COULD THIS BE HELL?
I’m standing on an icy plain with wind blown snow traveling across my view.
Which way is South?
It is so cold
The sun is in the sky but he is mocking me;
Why?
I don’t think she will let heat come out to play.
Still, I don’t feel lost
I’m supposed to be here.
Which way is North?
I can’t feel my feet or legs or hands or head
Still I stand.
I don’t feel an urgency to get there,
Even if I knew where there is.
Where is love to warm me
Where are friends to console me
Where are my antagonists to challenge me
For as it is now
I LACK PURPOSE
By
Sammie L. Carter
Copyright 09March2011
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Oh no!! There are times when many of us too have felt as if nothing seems to be making sense… as if nothing means anything…
That’s the kind of feeling I read when I read this poem, my friend…
The helplessness and the feeling of being LOST are very beautifully expressed… And I sincerely hope all’s well with you, Sammie…
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I am well; even though I feel stuck and complacent, thus not as well as I would like.
P.S. I to nominated you as The Versatile Blogger
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…a lot of well-known emotions….
Great write!
I have nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award (I know…I’m a bit late, but still….)
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IT APPEARS THAT WE ARE NOMINATING EACH OTHER.
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we all have a purpose… and i dont mean that as some inspirational bull…. but sometimes we just lose it…
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Oh Kindred Spirit, there is much wisdom in your words. Thank you
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