IDK

October 9, 2013

I looked out the window and what did I see?

A distant world and a reflection of me.

I found two more dollars the other day,

but how will that help me find the words to say?

How much did I wish you'd be here?

More and more, and still more I fear.

My life is an existential bout.

When will I finally get out?

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.