Waste Poem by Haley Revell

So what is it,
About this great tragedy
That has rocked me
To the foundation of my being
Is it the pain and grief
Or the great suffering
Is it the realization
That this nightmare
Is what is left
Of my dreams

Is love a lie
That grows overtime
Is it a dream that
Is doomed to die
Is it
Waste of time and life
Or just an epitaph
Saved for when you die

As alone as
I can be
I ask myself
Is this what it seems
I’m not sure of what I see
Only what I want to believe
That all this time
Was not a waste
That all this pain
Is not the same
And in the end
It wasn’t a game
And yet it seems
That in the end
You’re just plain mean
To which I never meant anything

And now all is said and done
In the shadows
I can’t feel the sun
And I wonder why
I’ve come undone
In the end
I only ask why
All this pain
I cannot deny
What a waste
Of my life