Without the words to describe,
Without the sense to combine,
My heart in pain goes in vain,
No love to fulfill, no hope…Too ill.
I try to empty the mind,
Confusion, thoughts commingled.
Looking back I see myself in the past,
Straight forward, motivated, a dreamer on flame.
Living the present I feel the void, empty, lost…
Future? Where do you lay? When will I pray?
What will I dream? What will I say?
My legs are tired of no move,
My body young, my mind so old.
Where is the key to its matter?
Where is the key command of this settler?
When, What, Where, How, Why?
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I completely can relate to this poem. Almost everyword is true. I feel lost waiting, and wondering what the future will be. Will I scream, or cry when eyes surround me? Will a key to my heart ever be found? I ask questions like these almost constantly. It's an amazing poem, being able to relate so easily with it makes it even more understandable. Thanks