Blinded From Knowledge

A short poem from awhile ago about being lost, alone and confused. Enjoy

My head pounds

Under the weight

Of my decisions

Unmade

I don't know what's right

I don't know what's wrong

I can't seem to fight

What's going on

Where should I go?

Who should I be?

Who should I take

Along with me?

I find myself lost

With nowhere to go

Can't see through the mist

And this new fallen snow

It acts as a wall

Closing me in

Can I get out?

And if so when?

Who will I be?

Where will I go?

If I can't find

Some way to grow

No one is here

To be by my side

At least not the one

That seems to hide

Where are you now?

Where did you go?

I'm losing my mind

Because I don't know

I would say I've lost you

But that would be lies

Since I haven't found you

With my own eyes

You act as a ghost

Remaining unseen

A phantom in my opera

Invisible in my scene

Reviews

[Red3Bravo]

I see so many poems from young people, especially those about to graduate, that center on feeling lost. Trust me, they are not lost. They've barely started out. What they are is overwhelmed by the possibilities. That, my friend, is an enviable position. When life is so full of opportunity that you can't choose which way to go I find it is best to follow a dream. It may be a mistake. Let me rephrase that. It will probably be a mistake, but youth is a ridiculously forgiving time in life, so it doesn't really matter. And try not to pick a path because someone else is on it. Love is grand, but life is so much more fun when you pick your own path. I admit, it's a bit scary just starting out, realizing that you are calling the shots and therefore you are to blame if you screw up. That's just responsibility, and you get used to it. Lost, that's not a place you ever want to be.
I found the last 4 stanzas a bit confusing. Is the narrator calling out to an as yet unmet soulmate? I'm sorry if this review seems harsh, most of that is directed at the overprivileged rich kids I go to school with. Some beautiful 21 year old girl who's parents bought her a BMW 5-series for her high school graduation, who is about to graduate from one of the worlds top universities writing poems about how lost she is and how there aren't any options, well it just pisses me off. Not your fault.

[Vex Dumas]

As I said, an oldish poem. To solve your confusion about the last section, it wasn't about a soulmate as at that point in my life I didn't believe in love (I'm happily married now) but it was in fact about my mom as I was adopted at birth and as it turns out and I have learned recently, my mother died while giving birth to me. But I understand your sentiment as I've seen many people pointlessly sad about the most minor of issues.