The Unknown

Wed, 04/15/2015 - 22:06 -- Iris809

I'm scared of what I don't know 

 

Why is it hidden? 

 

Why can't I see it? 

 

Why is the unknown existence 

I feel helpless and a victim of being unknown of my own future  

It's scary I'm not in control of what I want to accomplish 

What I want 

What I need 

 

Where will I end up in this world either a song like ode to joy or sappy                   songs like one sweet day that never ends well or at least what I want it to

be like 

 

My skin is cold 

Is it my heart revealing itself to me 

So cold 

Not a hint of warmth 

Am I who I think I am  

 

Will I be known or be left in a box six feet deep with no flowers or

tears surrounding me  

Laying there with a overwhelmingly overbearing load of regrets and

mistakes 

 

I don't know!!! 

 

I guess that's the point  

 

Of life 

 

We don't know where we'll end up 

 

It's what makes it elusively interesting 

 

We never know what tomorrow will bring 

 

Or what today we will savor or look upon in the future that holds our

unknowns. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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