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Puzzled, a poem

Updated on August 16, 2015

Puzzled

Where am I going?

Where have I been?

What lies ahead of me?

Do I live life on a whim?

Future?

Is life just a routine?

Go to work every day.

Wait your two weeks,

just to get paid.

Happiness

What does this mean?

I do not know.

I have forgotten how to laugh.

I let my life go.

Sadness

Why am I so sad?

What is wrong?

Why am I so weak?

I am no longer strong.

Sickness

I do not feel well.

I feel so sick.

The Doctors don't know.

Or is my mind playing tricks?

Mystery

I fear this is my life,

with all that is left.

Maybe its time,

to just face death.

Do you ever feel like getting out of bed is a waste of time,

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      Lisa VanVorst 22 months ago from New Jersey

      Once again manatia you have read one of my more deep and sad poems. 2015 was a year of hardship for me. Once my writers block goes away I hope to write more optimistic, positive and happy thoughts on paper. Thank you for reading and commenting.

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      manatita44 22 months ago from london

      Tough for many sometimes, yes. Another similar poem. What's to do? The practicality of life can be filled with many shadows. Yet we rise, as and when we can. The human Spirit is so resilient!

      You express these feelings well. Who knows the ways of the Lord? Let us continue ...

      Praise be!

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      Lisa VanVorst 23 months ago from New Jersey

      Thank you for reading this very unusual and provoking poem. I look forward to reading your work as well.

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      Tijani Achamlal 2 years ago from Morocco

      I can relate to this.

      To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

      Oscar Wilde.

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      Lisa VanVorst 2 years ago from New Jersey

      Thank you kljones for stopping by to read. In many ways I think we can all relate to this.

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      Along with the wind 2 years ago from colorado

      I definitely understand, and can relate, great poem!

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      Lisa VanVorst 2 years ago from New Jersey

      Thank you Frank.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      an empty hollow person reaching for something... I love the poem lisa

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      Lisa VanVorst 2 years ago from New Jersey

      Thank you all for reading this poem. Yes, it is clearly a poem of depression and hopelessness. I appreciate all your comments and how each of you cope with difficult times in your life. I agree, it is important to find something that bring joy to each of us. This can be a hobby, God, our family or peace.

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      Demas W Jasper 2 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      For anyone feeling "down in the dumps," go give some Christ-like service to others, such as stopping by an assisted living facility at meal time and feeding someone who cannot feed themself. It works by living beyond yourself and making a difference in someone else's life. You still have life force and it is valuable. Put it to work, and stop worrying about yourself. Others need you. In the process you become more valuable as a human being. Lose yourself in service. The world needs you.

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      Hari Prasad S 2 years ago from Bangalore

      Very sadenning it is.

      Everything changes. Change is inevitable. If we observe the slightest changes within or without, we will be alright.

      Eg:- I started to grow plants so that I can see every day some change,

      I started to write something and read them everyday, to see what I can change, till it seemed perfect, then it was time to get to the next topic. This I believe could be a wayout, to a mundane boring hopeless living.

      Your words were very powerful and profound about how old age life is. Hobbies are what one needs to keep oneself engaged. Whatever be the age.

      Hope I have not preached too much.

      - Hari

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      Larry Rankin 2 years ago from Oklahoma

      I think we all feel this way at times, paralyzed by all the world's unknowns.

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      alphaprime 2 years ago

      i used to feel this. now i don't. i know the purpose of my life. to find your purpose is to break out of your routine. meditations, yoga will help you do that. once you rediscover your innerself, you will find your true purpose in life.

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      Kevin Goodwin 2 years ago

      I know exactly how you feel thank you for sharing such a deep and emotional poem with us.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Hi Lisa, this poem certainly reflects the feeling of hopelessness and depression well. It is funny how certain themes seem to predominate at different times. I too just wrote a poem about depression called "beware the black dog." Maybe certain times of year, certain events or the weather are catalysts for these feelings. Thanks for sharing.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

      I hate to be down. I guess we all have them. I could relate to your words in your poem. I find the best way to get out of the dumps is to do something unexpected for someone. That is an upper for me.

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      Liz Elias 2 years ago from Oakley, CA

      I can relate to all of this very well. Except for the paycheck part, being retired.

      However, I am suffering from depression right now, due to a multitude of causes, and I often find myself wondering how it will all turn out; what will be the timing and manner of my death.

      It sounds macabre, but as we age, we start to come to terms with the fact that we won't get out of life alive, and we seniors have become weary, and can often feel that we are but marking time until the end.

      voted up, awesome and beautiful

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      Ann Carr 2 years ago from SW England

      I have felt like this sometimes in the past but not any more.

      It's awful to be down in the dumps and you've got the mood well in your poetry, just asking ourselves questions like we do.

      Well done!

      Ann