The road not travelled is teasing me

Too much wanting, not enough needing

There’s a fire within me that dims and grows

It whispers to me in quiet moments when I’m all alone

It says I’m wasting my life away

After all, we’re all dying slow

I lie in my cave, letting the light illuminate my face

I’m wasting a sunny day locked up in this maze

So many faces, so many feelings

So many places, so many meetings

Too much to see

But not enough needing

I’ll just sit and complain while I imagine the feeling

This grotesque inkling consumes me late at night

That I’ll die an old lady who lived in vain

My life is precarious, there’s nothing to lose

So why am I holding so tightly to the rope when my fingers are already loose

I’ve spent twenty two years playing it safe

I’m tired, I’ve retired from this fruitless taste

It’s bitter, it’s cold

It’s distorted and outlandish

It’s more than I can summon

How long can I withstand this?

It demands more than I have in me

I’ve lost all hope and dignity

Thank you for reading my poetry, I hope your soul feels a little more comfort,

Kind regards,

My Soul and I