Poetic Blues

I've been going through what they call an "Existential Crisis" since I was a kid, so my whole life I've been trying to find some meaning or purpose behind my life. It can be quite taxing...

Embarking on the journey 

For which my soul thrives 

A lonesome trek 

Under a starlit sky 

Expanding the narrow alley of my mind 

Stumbling on entwined vines of realisation

Far from the peak, alone and confused 

I've been ripped from the one 

With whom I'm forever fused  

Since the beginning, the answers I'd seek 

Other's became lost in a technicolour trance 

A kaleidescope of colours, what better retreat? 

Don't give in to astonishment or your journey will cease 

But what wisdom do I truly seek? 

Treading in pools of false ideals 

Wallowing in words of the Ancient Greeks 

Undeserving of the ensuing mystique 

Who says I'm worthy of a life unique? 

Average Joe, livin' week by week 

I wondered if I had a creative streak 

Nothing to be proved in pages so bleak.

~ RubbęrSøul

Author's Note

Tell me what you think. I'll respect an honest negative comment over a fake positive one.. Thanks for taking the time.

Reviews

[Stacy Purvis]

Your writing is like a kaleidoscope with it's many swirling colours and shapes. I'm madly in love with it. Please keep sharing. xxx