I Feel Lost Poem by Shalom Freedman

I do not know where I am tonight
I feel lost
I do not know what to write
To tell it all seems senseless
All the problems difficulties frustrations failures
The sense of myself as being focused so much
Only on myself
The illness and the obsession with it
The small greedy pleasures
Instead of generous deeds for others
The pettiness and poverty
It is a sin to speak badly of oneself
But isn't telling the truth a first virtue?
And aren't I to blame that I have made so little money in my life?