Living, Breathing, Existing

They say talking helps, but I don't think it does.

Can you call it living?

If all you are doing is existing,

Can you say you are truly alive?

When you have no dreams or goals,

 

Can we say we are happy?

When a smile is the last thing we do,

Can we say we know who we are?

When we are wandering in circles forever,

 

Do we know what is around the corner?

When you don’t even know yourself,

How can we tell ourselves we are okay?

When we are struggling to breathe,

 

Walking in circles, circles that hold no end,

Jumping off bridges without warning,

Into rivers that hold no water,

And into lives that hold no meaning,

 

Swimming and gasping for air,

Walking and struggling to breathe,

Laughing and pretending to be,

Someone that is just another passing shadow,

 

We all know that pain exists,

But we don’t accept that we all know,

That everyone has the right to feel,

And that we don’t have to keep hiding,

 

Hiding the fact that we are struggling,

With this thing called living,

Hiding our tears behind smiles,

And our death wishes behind false dreams,

 

Respecting others is always easy,

Respecting self never happens,

Fine line between love and hate,

But love, that isn’t an option anymore,

 

Can I say I am living?

When I hide, and hate always,

Drowning constantly, no air to breathe,

Am I living? Or am I just existing?

Reviews

[B]

Society has made those rules
Stringency is the name
Get a job. Get married. Have tons of friends and get a house
For as long as you keep up this cardboard exterior of total lies
You are good
Very few really understand the meaning of living
They live outside all these lines
They find joy in so little
That all that circus is just too much to even sit through

They are the artists and inventors
It's like take all that daily rubbish and get out of here
Let me enjoy my coffee and scenery

Really well done

[WillaDanvers]

Thank You :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A very powerful and worthwhile poem. Made the reader think.
"Can I say I am living?
When I hide, and hate always,
Drowning constantly, no air to breathe,
Am I living? Or am I just existing?"
The above lines we will ask often in a long life. We will question our place and our life. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Mr.Writer]

Really well done! Really... seriously! This is sooo true! Amazing... I'm soo proud of you! Wow... my first impression of you is that you're a great poet! :)

[WillaDanvers]

Thank You! So much!

[Somu]

nice poem...so close to heart....i really appreciate your good work. and if you got some time check some of mine too.

[WillaDanvers]

Thank You!