Is It Anguish I Desire

 

My sympathy runs over

my emotions enhance

for I feel that my life has been made a mockery.

At times life seems so practical,

you get what you desire.

How can this be life?

if I decide my own fate.

I choose to go wherever fate leads me.

though, at times my pulse rages

in anger,

and fury begins to take place

in my ever so changing heart.

I seek forever on,

because nothing might make us

so full and content.

I chronically feel that happiness is missing

from my tender life

when all I need clearly lay in front of my very own eyes.

When caught in mere depression...deep sadness,

I look for words, answers.

To my own self pity I record my emotions,

I often jot down and release

my emotions when it runs over.

Why should I feel it is wrong

whenever I am able to rejoice?

merrily, gaily, joyfully, ecstatically.

Do I look for self pity?

yearn for displeasure,

when dawn hits

the often taunting hills.

Why must life be painful?

yet enjoying.

Reminiscing, I think back

vividly, to my Primitive Loves

and often I avoid so

because of discomfort.

The Primitive Love, life

it is not romance I speak of,

a world that idolizes such ballads of love.

Primitive Love that is now remorseful,

Remorseful, for the opportunities are faint in existence.

 

 

 

Reviews

[William Fields Issac]

This was very well written and reminds me of when I felt the same way and asked the same questions. Keep it up

[`~lia~`]

This poem you wrote is very touching and makes some really deep points
I LOVE IT
i hope you write more id like to read away at your writing