Wasted Poem by Katherine Rhodes

In the distance there are voices
speaking words I can't discern.
The humming of the lights is soothing,
and one more line I have to turn
out, and put down on paper
like so many have done before.
While sounds are moving all around me,
my mind is telling me 'Get out more.'

And as I sit here alone and cold,
I wonder where my life is headed.
To school? To work? To anything?
These aspirations were embedded
in my heart so long ago.
Atleast 'til last week I thought they were.
Who new one day that they would change,
just one day, and life's a blur.

Now what? I say, still in my same spot.
Like dust upon a mantle place,
I'm left to ponder my own thoughts
and pray that life is not a waste.