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What's the Question?

by Nikki Benson

Trapped inside my mind
Like I’ve fallen into an abyss of reflecting mirrors realizing I haven’t gone anywhere at all
Every minute is an hour
Longing for escape
Wishing for a light to prove that there is some direction
Sick
Home
I can’t remember the last time I felt laughter
Tasted romance
I feel like my present life is a waiting room
Somewhere inside me is the courage to take my destiny and not wait for it
But I can’t find it
I need to make each day worth while
But I don’t know how
I need help
I need… life
Someone else can’t make you happy, you have to be happy with yourself they said
I don’t know how
How can you find the answer when you don’t know the question?

11/06/2003

Posted on 04/27/2005
Copyright © 2021 Nikki Benson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/30/05 at 08:21 AM

Good work Nikki. Welcome to Pathetic! This poem is like a soul-searching journey--looking in a mirror and not taking what you see for the truth. I look forward to reading more of your work.
~Chelle~

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/15/05 at 11:25 AM

A worthy exercise in introspection, that I believe we all can relate to in our own way. Nice work.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/15/05 at 11:26 AM

PS: I especially like this line: I feel like my present life is a waiting room

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