Puzzled, a poem

Where am I going?

Where have I been?

What lies ahead of me?

Do I live life on a whim?

Is life just a routine?

Go to work every day.

Wait your two weeks,

just to get paid.

What does this mean?

I do not know.

I have forgotten how to laugh.

I let my life go.

Why am I so sad?

What is wrong?

Why am I so weak?

I am no longer strong.

I do not feel well.

I feel so sick.

The Doctors don't know.

Or is my mind playing tricks?

I fear this is my life,

with all that is left.

Maybe its time,

to just face death.