The Art of Being So Confused


I'm trapped within these walls of ice,
Which really aren't all that cold,
I'm standing in the midst of a hectic world,
With nothing to do but grow old.

I don't fear death but I'm terrified,
Not of dying but of being gone,
I don't want to stop existing,
Just to disappear before I've shone.

I don't wish to seem melodramatic,
I do laugh and joke with my friends,
But is life just a series of leaps untaken,
And if I leap, what'll happen then?


By Akasha

Please Review - I've really gotten into poetry lately and I don't think I can get better without feedback. So if by some chance this poem made you feel anything or touched any part of you, it'd be lovely of you to let me know.

Thanks x