I stand among a whirlwind of off ramps
A directionless vehicle searching for guidance
My moral compass broken from years of self hatred
Adrift forever with my angst and anger bottled inside
With each ramp I embark upon, a new beginning is forged
New worlds, New adventures, New people
Yet, my anger keeps them at a distance
I continue to push them away
Only to return to my private vortex
To wallow in my solace
The friendships I've nurtured, The business' I've grown
All gone along with my trust
Relationships destroyed and loving souls abandoned
In search of my personal desire for self fulfillment
I sit in reflection of the lives I've touched and the ones I've created
What would transpire with my absence
Would they flourish or would they weep
Would my internment be viewed as the loss of a beloved,
or a duty to be attended to
I question happiness and what I have done to be denied
Is this all a fallacy of genes or lack of commitment
Why do I need pills to make me feel whole
Is it my destiny to suffer in atonement for my sins
I close my eyes for the final time
As I ponder these thoughts
Abandoning the ones that I love
Once again proving how selfish I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem