One problem I have is crying,
When I know I have friends still trying...
The fact I lack almost any happiness confuses me,
Though only few, I have great friends... am I just greedy?
The friends I have, I know they care,
Yet for some reason into darkness I stare...
My friends support,
All happiness aborts,
So my only resort,
Is to man my 'fort'...
The fort I seclude myself in trying to figure myself out...
These feelings of lonesome while friends are about...
The confusion of it all makes me want to shout...
What are the thoughts that I think truly?
My mind seems to keep from me cruelly...
Most always my thoughts even to me have unsure meanings,
Could somebody help me with these unsure feelings? ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful poem expressing the total uncertainty of life that everyone feels at times while living. We as human beings can be lonely and feel abandoned even in a crowd of loving people. Somehow being born into this world we are also born into an inherent loneliness that stays with us throughout life. There are no real answers to assuage it's intensity, somehow we find an individual way to work through it by keeping our minds active and our hearts always reaching out of our desperation, loving and helping others. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn