#NaPoWriMo Day TwentySeven – “An Existential Crisis”

existential crisis

Writing from an unmade bed

weary of the same four walls

wrapped in the same old pictures.

Why am I here?

Wandering up life’s mountain

weathered and crackling under

weak social preconceptions

What am I?

Worn out from institutions

wailing and waffling on;

wars on individuality.

Who am I?

Weakened from society’s chains

who would keep me on the beaten path

waiting for the answer

what will I be when I grow up?

We’re all in the same boat, they say.

Wrong, we’re split into factions

west and east; north and south

white and black – someone ask why?

Why are we here? What’s the point?

What is our objective?

We’re born into this giant globe

We should be the one’s to protect it…

Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry/ – Tautogram

One thought on “#NaPoWriMo Day TwentySeven – “An Existential Crisis”

  1. summerstommy2 says:

    You know Charlie there is nothing more invigorating than an existential crisis to question the very existence of ourselves and everything around you. I might add that the answer to the question what will I do when I grow up is one you are challenged by throughout life for the simple reason we are not always going to be content in what we do and who we are, so the temptation to reinvent ourselves is on going. Life really is a lot to do with Waiting for Godot! Excellent poem by the way, great you are able to pose such searching questions.

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