A Chapter by Debbie Barry

A poem about the meaning of existence.




September 21, 1988

I have a question.
It is an important question.
It is bothering me.
It has bothered me for a long time now.
I don't like this question.
I don't like not knowing,
Or not understanding.
It is almost as bad as not believing,
Or not caring.
I want to know the answer to this question.
I need to understand it.
I need that the way I need to believe,
And the way I need to care about the world.
The problem is,
I don't know whether I can believe anymore.
There is very little left to believe in.
I don't know whether I can care anymore, either.
Mankind has so nearly destroyed this world.
I hope the answer to my question
Is not as cynical as the rest of my world.
I need an answer to my question.
I need it soon, if I am to continue.
My question is:
Why am I alive?

© 2017 Debbie Barry

Author's Note

Debbie Barry
I wrote this when I was 19. Initial reactions appreciated.

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Added on November 9, 2017
Last Updated on November 9, 2017
Tags: poem, poetry, meaning of life, purpose, depression, confusion

My Youngish Adult Poetry


Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI

I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..