In the World Known as Dreams., by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden

I drift into this empty space, known as my existence,
For some reason I feel so alone like I'm the only one in
it,
I do not seem to recall, the last time some one was there
for me,
Is it because I am disliked or just because I am crazy,
I do not really know much for I seem to always be lost,
I don't really even know what's going on or where I'm at, I
wonder what you call this spot,
Is it heaven, hell, or the earth itself,
I do not know but for some reason I think I need some help,
Because if I am lost and have gotten any where in this so
called life of mine,
Then what else would I need besides help, then again I may
just need time,
To figure out what's going on and how long I will last,
It seems like I don't remember anything, not even a small
part of my past,
What to do, where to go, who to be?
I don't know because everything is unclear to me,
Will some one even ever come to help guide me through this
life,
I think I've tried I am not sure, but I guess now it's a
better time to start a fight,
To look for and begin to realize I am going no where without
a little bit of force,
Now thinking about it that's obvious, and of course,
Also to find an inspiration to be there for me all of the
way,
Huh, I guess it's time to get started, let's begin the day.
Posted: 2009-02-16 17:11:41 UTC

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2009-02-14 07:34:28Simply-Me-20104
Thanks for the comment! You are a very deep writer, I admire that. I also can relate to this poem! I feel like you just have to fight for yourself in this world! I like the pondering and how it transformed into an optimistic conclusion!!