The Explorer

I'm back and ready to write! Enjoy! (Ok its a little solemn but oh well)

I am the explorer.
I search for a meaning,
a life,
love,
a reason to exist.
I have climbed the mountains of defeat,
only to be blown down again.
Can anything go right?
I find myself crying,
Crying to the person who will never be there for me.
"Why!?" I ask them.
"Why must I go through all this pain!?"
The person I wish was there isn't there to answer my pleas.
So again I'm the explorer.
I will search for that person until,
I come to the conclusion:
I have no meaning,
I will never fit in.
I will never have the life I have dreamed of having,
and I will never fall in love.
Even worse I will never exist.
Or maybe its me who exists,
but no one else does.

Author's Note

Ok not my best but its ok right? RIGHT?

Reviews

[Texas]

It's good. My question is, do you really feel like that? If so, I will find a way to get to Canada to drop-kick you. But seriously, it's a really good poem. It sounds like something I would write. Have you read my poems?