Lost

Why do poems need a description? The words should speak for themselves.

Where am I going?
What am I doing?
Who the hell knows what they want to do?
This isn't Jeopardy, so the answers to those questions are pretty subjective.
In contemplative thought,
I ponder my own existence.
Self-doubt and fear force me to stay inside my head.
So here I sit,
Lost.

Author's Note

Here we are again.

Reviews

[FlatLineBeauty]

I end up finding myself lost a lot myself. I really enjoyed this. xo FLB

[dillonjensen]

Thank you!

[iamshadowine]

Eight months of 2016 have already passed, ninth to arrive. This is one question I keep asking myself, "What am I doing?", everyday at night and it scares me!
An amazing way to put that up in a poem!
keep writing :D

[dillonjensen]

Thank you! It is a very tough question to answer, but one certainly should ask themself that. Thank you for your kind words. :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Well that in itself is the epitome of desire within humanity, the need to know and explain ones self, well done, good read.

[dillonjensen]

Thank you, sir. Appreciate your kind words.