Too Much, Not Enough Poem by Aidan Stene

no solace no peace or comfort
my mind
it's such a vast place
so much space
to get lost or to hide
much like a labyrinth or a maze
i don't seem to know myself well enough to find my way
around
somehow i feel stuck
and spaced out
as if my body is on autopilot while I walk and I talk
i think, constant thinking
so i don't remember what i said or i did
I am so lost.

It's almost like I was placed smack dab in the center of new York
without being able to read or speak
and i can't find my way back home...
in California

that's how lost I am

I'm now starting to freak out.
How do i get out
which way do i turn
I YELL out for HELP
but you're not....here

I wander but I always find myself back where i began
lost
I start to cry
i feel like the little kid who has lost their parent in the store
but im not in a store
im in my mind

HOW! ? ..in the hell, do you get lost in yourself?
In what you are?
In what you've known your entire life?
I start to shake and fidget...now I'm frustrated

It's not fair.
Even as I write this I'm comfused
nothing is clear

on top of lost im lonely
im by myself
there's way TOO MUCH ROOM in here


i want to be found
i want a friend
and then maybe
if im found by someone they'll know the way out
and even if they don't
at least i won't be alone

This doesn't make any sense...


too much room
too much confusion
too much pain
too much of me

not enough sense
not enough light
not enough guidance
not enough.