Stuck

Why do I feel clogged,
In my own thoughts and chosen path?
Why do I always think about the aftermath?
Why my poems always start with the question,
When I already know there’s no one to answer?
The path seems impossible,
And yet I am hopeful,
Even though it drains me and leave me distressful.
My thoughts run a mile per second,
Always thinking about how I was beckoned,
by my aspirations and destination,
Yet it feels everything was just my imagination.
The way to my dreams is full of darkness,
But what if I mistook my dreams to be my purpose?
Today no saying, no quote, no song,
Seems to heal me,
From the perplexion and doubt and envy.
What if I give up on my dreams?
Would I become happy?
Or lose the very bit of Glory of following my destiny

Reviews

[carl]

line four made me smile. and in response to these.......
"What if I give up on my dreams?
Would I become happy?"
personally, no, I think that would be defeat.
hang on to hope. friend. thanks for the post , enjoyed the exposure. -carl

[Michael]

Sometimes the one stopping us from moving forward is us. I really like this piece, what do we have to lose by moving forward - this sometimes acts as an anchor to the past or stops our moving on.

[Akshita]

Thankyou so much for reviewing my poem. I am highly obliged.