Life Unfolds Poem by Terence Willson

Life Unfolds

Rating: 4.6


Life has a funny way
Of unfolding itself
You can be happy one day
The next, forgotten on a shelf

People come and go
Nobody sticks around forever
Eventually you get used to the flow
Do you get over it? Never

You still venture forth
Living like everything's fine
You try to forget and move on
Never giving anybody a sign

You start to stay inside
Both your house and yourself
Deep down a part died
Easier to leave your feelings on that shelf

You notice yourself start to change
Not who you used to be
You start to feel strange
As you adapt to this new 'me'

Life makes you wonder
Why do you deserve this?
Why is your life in sunder?
What did you miss?

You wrack your brain
Figuring out where you went wrong
Only thing you find is pain
You start to think you don't belong

Slipping into a dense fog
Your mind begins to shut down
Feels like your life's in a bog
In bad thoughts you drown

Your sorrows are all you've got
Joy has completely gone
Everything you've sought
Disappeared, still you carry on

Soon you stop and think
Why carry on this pain?
How much further can you sink?
Why is it so hard to explain?

Death creeps in as a thought
The only way you can find
To end all this suffering you're wrought
To escape the prison of your mind



Life unfolds in many ways
Not everybody gets a good hand
Your whole life could turn ablaze
Because not everyone's life is grand

Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Some thoughts running through my head at 1 in the morning.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bethany Williams 26 May 2015

I completely love this poem. Great pen work. This is how I feel some times. never knowing on what to do next

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Suburban Lovechild 23 January 2015

Yes, the conundrum that is life, no one or nothing to give you clear answers as to why something or someone is the way they are, why things happens and all the inner games we play with ourselves trying to interpret...my suggestion (and I have to remind myself of this often) is to get outside of your head, do something physical then go back to the mind games, they tend to be more winnable after that :) Great stuff, keep it up, and please check out my poems too, I'd appreciate it...

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Chinedu Dike 20 January 2015

Beautifully written with insight. Highly inspirational. IN BAD THOUGHTS YOU DROWN, that's depression rearing its ugly head. I like the articulation of the poem and conviction of the poet. A lovely piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.

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