Unfulfilled

A poem about letting life consume a part of me until it was too late to get back.

Why do I feel alone?

If I’m surrounded by people,

Surrounded by friends

And those yet unknown.

Why do I feel alone?

If I still smile,

And laugh with everyone else.

No matter how much fun I seem to have,

The feelings never stop.

How could my heart have such a big hole?

Maybe I donated too much of it

To other people.

Now it’s a bottomless pit,

Nothing I do will fill it up again.

 

What about poetry?

No, I thought it would help me.

My body was a cage,

I thought it would let me free.

What a devil it was.

All it did was quickly clutch my blind ambitions,

Turning It against me.

Now that its claws are deep in my heart,

It wants more it tells me,

It wants more.

 

I’ve become chained to endless quest,

To fulfill myself by writing.

To journal the stories of humanity.

But I love these stories,

They open my eyes to societal flaws,

And humanity’s problems.

Yet, I could never make a story,

That would fill the void.

It wants more it tells me,

It wants more.

The more I wrote,

The more real the feeling became.

The more it wanted,

The more I wanted.

And I couldn’t stop it.

 

Would helping others,

Put meaning back in the pit?

All I did was look for problems,

All I wanted was something to fix,

All the words I wrote became tangible.

I thought I could help everyone.

 

Had I become so delusional,

Thinking that I could help everyone?

Or was I trying to escape the cage?

Had I become so delusional,

Thinking I could solve the problems of humanity?

Or was my petrifying character trying to evolve?

Had I become so delusional?

Thinking everyone would listen?

Or did I blindly put my trust in humanity?

Had I become so delusional,

Or was all this my imagination,

Only a dream I couldn’t wake up from?

Had I become so delusional,

Thinking that I could help you?

Or did I become passionate for the cause?

 

It’s almost like I’m entombed by time,

Like an ant in amber.

Why is I that should suffer the ravages of time?

All these questions left unanswered,

I wish I could become past tense.

But yesterday is not mine to recover.

I thought I could find someone,

To free me from my burdens.

I thought the girl with the candle would help me.

I thought the candle would burn away the past pains.

But the light grows dim now,

When I had nowhere to go,

All I could do was follow that dim light.

But, the light is gone now.

Looks like I’ll never fill my heart again,

With joy and love.

And forever I’ll be unfulfilled.

Author's Note

Let me know what you guys think, this is an older poem, but it's still good.
I'm open to nay feedback and and questions you may have, so drop them down below.
Thank you

Reviews

[Manel]

i totally get the feeling often where am i ? why don't i feel like every body does in this situation ?
and i keep questioning myself for a while sometimes i think iam crazy but you showed me im not alone
that evryone does it too , thank you for sharing

[Joshua Ramirez]

That's cool that you don't feel alone, it really empowers the people like us mate.
Well, the sensitive like us, we think too much like this... well, I know I do. Thank you for reading.

[Manel]

iam happy to do

[Giulia King]

Feels like you wrote this one about me. I enjoyed reading it. I really don't have anything negative to say about this poem. It's amazing.