Poem..........?

Question

Tell me what you think please,

Hey, bother don't you spell the words right,

You've been up counting sheep to find sleep.

But you've never had the time or the encouragement,

And before it's to late you will be dead in your grave.

Like a fish bowl you swim around all day,

Looking for the answers for the things you don't say,

And even if you knew the right words you would,

Still end up exactly where you are.

So by the time passes us by what will you learn,

I will learn that love is **** and the world is terrible.

Like a bad disease love creeps into me,

Holding my blood cells ransom, for a taste of heartache.

It's all been said before, a million different ways,

Love is a game and I've lost the instructions,

But it's still fun to play and grow attached and live knowing,

One day you will feel this heartache.

And my parents were on a traveling show,

So I grew up as a traveling man,

But I have never been overseas,

My destinations my mind, but I'm standard at my knees.

I wrote it...thanks

Answer 1

I can feel the ennui as you wrote this. It's not so much a poem perhaps, more a description of a feeling of helplessness, stagnation and just plain being fed up!

I can empathise having been there myself in the past and found some very dark recesses in my mind and psyche.

So, what is my answer?

Pack swimming trunks and a towel into a bag, drive out to a lake somewhere and just dive in. Then get out, get dressed and go for a long walk, 4 hours minimum, along a coastline with rocks.

Following that climb something strenuous, stand on top and just shout. Loud. Very loud!

Then....make a DECISION  that FROM NOW ON YOU WILL ONLY DO WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO DO.

Good luck and may your god go with you.