poem about what it means to me to be an adult
|Uncertainties at every turn,
don’t know which way to look.
You smile at me, perhaps unknowingly
and my insides begin to burn.
I tremble at your touch, and you are gone.
A voice from my past calls to me, disconcertingly.
I’m confused, don’t know which way,
in both directions are shadowy movements.
I can’t really see.
I wish I had words, I’d scream.
But I’m lost, I’ve nothing,
can’t make out truth, when no details can be seen.
So confused, so wretchedly confused.
I wish I had words,
I would scream.
Will my thoughts ever provide any light?
Or when my life is extinguished, will I have left the world
nothing but darkness?