The Meaning of Life

sometimes I cannot fathom what life is

One day has just passed into another

and I am sat in my bed

reading poem after Bukowski poem

trying to understand my life

but I am stuck in my head

against a door with no key

and no warden for me

to bargain with

my eyes are locked

on what I used to think

was the truth

but my body knows that

people lie

with the utmost contempt

and I don’t know 

if reading all these poems

will ever make me feel whole again

but I wait for my soul

to find my body once more

and continue to move my eyes

across my laptop screen

looking for 

the meaning of life

Reviews

[Chris]

Such an unenviable question to research... and trying to find THAT one's answer in the works of others perhaps show you haven't yet found the right question to be asking.