Muddled about Life

March 12, 2017
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Am I really living life?
Or simply surviving every strife?
As my head throbs out loud,
As my heart aches without a sound,
Pangs of bitterness flow.
Where’s that zeal, gone so low?
I search within, deep inside
Wondering who’s on my side,
Trying to listen to that voice within
That mask of conspiracy waving through
My conscience pricking without a clue.
Muddled in thoughts,
Muddled in my emotions wrought.
I hope I’ll find that gem crystal clear,
Finally conquer over my fears.
I may still stand a chance
I have that one last chance
Of living like the way I want,
Bringing smiles without a frown.
That hope of life is burning bright,
Burning through the darkness of the night.

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ananyagsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 24 at 6:03 am
Thank you very much for your valuable feedback. It is really encouraging!
Shabas said...
Mar. 19 at 11:47 am
Ananyags,your poem is commendable.A good effort .Keep up your good work.
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