I agree with the writer of Ecclesiastes....."it is all useless. Life is useless. A chasing after the wind".


Forever alone

What next now?


I have reached a point,
Nothing has meaning anymore.
People dont care,
Our environment is at her last breath.
Hate, anger, despair
Fills the void of our already empty hearts.
Each morning a struggle,
Each day another reason to give up.
You go on and on,
And nothing seems to give.
The world is full of people who take and take
Take until you have nothing for yourself......
Then they give back nothing in return.
Love has become a cycle of highs and depressions
You try to make things work out
But your only success is breaking someone's heart,
You yearn for friendship, for someone to understand:
Then you learn everyone has their own problems,
Their own burdens.....
then one day you wake up.
You look around and ask why?
Why am I here?
Why am I sad each day?
Why do I have to go through this?
Why do I always screw up?


It is then I conclude.....
It is all useless.
A chasing after the wind.



Poetry by she
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Written on 2007-08-01 at 08:54

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
I have to agree with a great deal of the sentiment and observation in this text. It does seem that, sometimes the harder you try the harder and more confusing it all becomes. But their are people who care in this world. And it is always worth the fight to search them out. And remember the heart doesn't count in years only in moments. And when those moments come they are worth the wait. I really enjoyed this read, though sad that you feel this way, as it speaks to me in many ways. Keep chasing the wisp of the wind and a carousel of colours for your day. :-)
2007-10-19