I think but I have no real ideas.. ...swirling thoughts
I feel but without feelings, ....wounded heart
I try to Love, but am unsure what love is, ....battered soul
I try to answer but alas I know not the question,....confused alone
When I was young all emotion raped,.....tortured thoughts
Through no fault of my own these things I lacked....yearning heart
I lost all hope or was it they who stole it away....aching soul
To give you an answer I offer only questions....so lost and alone
A well put together piece, I was moved and enjoyed reading this one.
Dear Jo-anne In many ways such a sad poem, filled with questions... Written in a lovely style. I like! Regards Donkerman