~ Limbo ~
I don’t know much about myself, hardly anything at all.
I don’t know who I am, or why I’m here.
I don’t know where I came from, or what comes after this,
I don’t know why my being can’t be clear.
I don’t know what the secret is, or how life came about,
I don’t know what’s beyond blue skies above.
I don’t know what a hell is, or where it’s supposed to be,
I don’t know what or where lies infinite love.
I don’t know why a love ends, or what creates its spark,
I don’t know where it goes when it has died.
I don’t recognize the color of another human’s skin,
I don’t know why we cannot see inside.
I don’t know anything it seems, about these goings on,
I don’t know the truth of my existence.
I don’t know what drives me, to pursue an honest answer,
I don’t know what created my persistence.
COPYRIGHT©2005 BONNIE TORRENTE
Saturday, July 23, 2005
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a well written introspective poem ...
And, in an almost obsence manner, the answers are not guaranteed to ease or empower a person's spirit and soul, sometimes, as each answer sinks into our awareness, the path to the truth gets harder and harder.
A searching, seeking piece which sent this reader back onto the inner road of self doubt and yearning for fulfillment with a reawakening of the pain of not knowing what is, what was and what will be...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
I like how you had written this.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)