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Questions Without An Answer
Am I a poet or a man that finds himself lost in words?
Am I a man or a boy that was once a man, suddenly scared back into a boy.
Maybe I am nothing anymore, a shatter of emotions flowing wildly.
Where else is there to hide? What other mask can I put on?
Feeling like I’m stuck in time and the chance will never be mine.
Is it death mocking me or is it life torturing me?
Where do I go to be set free, to find meaning for a life that was never meant to be?
Answers
Virginia Woolf once wrote "each life has its place," and I agree - it's just that, for so many of us, it takes time to figure it all out. And I believe your life WAS meant to be. Fine poem :)
kerry
http://kerrybrennan007.blogspot.ca
each life has its place,"
I too believe this. sometimes i just get on a rant looking for answer or the right questions.