Is This All There Is?

Some days when I lie awake at night,
Ignoring the grey fading's of the light,
I curl myself up into a tight ball,
Stare blankly at the ingrained wall,
And softly whisper to myself,
"Is this all there is?"

Occasionally when i stop after a long day,
I throw myself upon the floor in dismay,
Wretched and tired for no reason,
And think back before this all begun,
Laughing sarcastically, I remind myself,
"Is this all there is?"

In boredom's harsh grip,
I will let my pen lead the ship,
Scratching along the paper,
In the merry dance of a saboteur,
Inking out the lines,
"Is this all there is?"

And in the midst of anger,
All the joy and happiness i spur,
I lash out against the smooth stone,
Half glad that i am alone,
Screaming out in question,
"IS THIS ALL THERE IS?"

Reviews

[frnd]

Wow, this is a truly passionate write. I love the way you express different reactions to that question that we all suffer with and how it can drive you to do different things and somehow haunt you every day. My favorite part would have to be where you compare you being in boredom's grip to having no control of things. Also the way the voice changes in the second to last verse of the stanzas really adds to the effectiveness of the poem.

[Butterflymom]

I enjoyed the way you expressed the idea, and sentiment. I know I've been there, and felt this before.
Fantastic piece. You have an awesome way with words.