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