Feelings
Who are you?
What do I say?
Why do yo make me,
Feel this way?
Never knowing what to do,
Never knowing what to say,
Never knowing how to reach you.
Too much energy wasted on thought,
When I always end up alone with what I've wrought.
Indifference is just that,
I can't put on an act.
I feel what I feel,
And my feelings are real.
Based on physical,
Rolled in with analytical,
Then given to emotional.
A bit overwhelming,
And the intensity is high,
I can't help it,
I don't know why.
Passionate people are frought with pain,
Everyone's always looking to gain,
From unfortunate circumstances that occur,
We we want to live life with such verve.
Am I alone,
In what I want,
Or is what's done
Just a silly jaunt?
Answers are good,
Almost like food.
We need to feel alive,
Just to survive.
The pain of uncertainty,
That is the way to Me.
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