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Useless
I feel empty...
Disconnected.
My soul is frozen,
Maybe,
For eternity.
The magic I once possessed of a sixth sense,
Now,
Has vanished.
And so it seems such an impossible task to get in
touch with my pearls of emotions...
My words fail to continue the normal phrase...,
and the speech of my world only makes sense...,
Within.
I question and distrust...
My eyes,
Are they telling me the truth??...
This mind,
Is it perceiving reality??...
Maybe.
What if it's not??…
I lose the sense of touch with each passing day...
I can't seem to find the way back home...
My feelings of uselessness recapture me...
So, I speculate the space around me in hope for a
change.
How can I ask for it??...
when I am not doing anything to bring about the change
I desire?!...
Is it carelessness??...
Or is it just my soul wanting to die but thinking of
its socially proper acts??...
Some days go by with many accomplishments...
Other days are just a shadow...
So, what am I doing wrong??...
Maybe my acceptance of myself is not as concrete as I
thought...
Maybe this is just the human being who is me...
If it is...
Is my reality then as useless as it seems??
Written by The Reflecting Beginner
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