I wonder

Sometimes you just feel depressed and annoyed....this is a poem out of that pain...

Every time I travel through my memory,

The same old ambiance surrounds me,

The same questions envelop me,

I stare confused, the same old pain.

I can’t remember where I came from,

I don’t know where life will take me,

Oh! I believed that I will conquer the world,

And lived with this pleasure when was a child.

But as the fog blew away,

From the ugly image of life,

My feet carried me back, Wished,

I lived with the believes of childhood.

I always wanted to get older,

When I still was an unsatisfied kid,

Surely I was a kid,

Perhaps I am lost in the urge to grow.

I am bordered by thorns, I cry,

With every struggle to get over it, I fall,

I fall alone, I fall bleeding,

I live by sympathy of life, I plea for help.

I cannot do anything, I am helpless,

Than to watch the time,

Stealing away my bleeding, dead soul,

Crushed by the foot prints of time.

And at once I will leave,

To somewhere, maybe where, I belong,

The world which made such a difference to me,

Wishing, I will make a difference, I will leave.

But I won’t be able to make a difference,

And unsatisfied, I will fall.

And will lie somewhere breathless,

Crushed by this cruel world.

Author's Note

too pessimist......... not to a certain age, i have written about depressions through out human life........please let me know what i can improve......

Reviews

[RED]

pessimistic yeah, but beautiful nonetheless. In someway, i guess, i can relate.Growing up isn't all we think it will be.You definitely got your point across.Nice work

[Dream Weaver]

I think you've captured the image
of what you wanted to project in
a sad but beautiful way. Life is
what we make of it. A very good
piece indeed. well done...