I don't know how I'm feeling.
Blah? Is that a real word?
Is that a way to describe how I'm feeling?
It sounds pretty close,
But I'm not sure it's the right word.
If it is a word.
Strange mind tonight.
Not strange weird,
But strange & lost?
Strange & empty?
Strange & uncaring?
Just strange, I guess.
I really can't put a handle on it.
I don't like the way I feel.
I do know that.
I don't understand it.
I don't know why I'm feeling this way.
Feeling like I just don't care,
At the moment,
I know that I have things
I was looking forward to doing,
Things I wanted to work on,
Things that were,
A little while ago,
Giving me some enjoyment
As I thought about them and worked at them-.
Now I don't know.
Now I don't seem to care much,
And Now I don't understand
What it is that
Just isn't - it just ISN'T.!!
It is not what it should be.
And I don't know what to do about it.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, August 2 2013, 10:27 am|
This speaks high volume ...you've penned a remarkably Outstandin' piece...the sense of feelin' displaced...that a great % can relate to & understand the Depth of ..often when the mind is overloaded with illness & life StuFf.. Lots of feelin' in this...Thumbs Up! T
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