Whisper

A simple, short, questioning poem.

Some days I wonder why I'm here. 

where I'm going. Where to steer.

And I wonder why I'm standing still.

When the world around me never will.

Why I'm lost. Or where I am.

If I'm changing, or if I can.

Who I love, and who I've lost.

For if I'm learning, what's the cost?

Who will I be in years to come?

Or if they'll remember what I've done.

'Cause I'm just a whisper in the wind.

Here, and then I'm gone. 

Author's Note

I seem to ask these things a lot. Do you?

Reviews

[Joe_VILOT_]

yes indeed I have these questions many times too many to count
well the follies are done
the reasons why greater then the sum of their parts i wonder aloud maybe at times
sometimes to others around,.. me
me in this static yet jerkily ever shifting
frame of refernece
some call it the matrix
yet I call it more than just an information web.
The matrix or life can you/me choose both instead?


(felt inspired to write this so tell me what you thought?)

thank you for the beautifully summarized note on what we more or less
all seek.

[M.K. Jawdat]

Nice short poem i liked it . Nice flow

[Manish90k]

beautiful.... Sounds like me when I read it... Every person goes through this state of time and I too have recorded my words during that.

Well written. Keep it up...

[annabellee]

Fantastic poem. Great flow and rhymes and I have asked myself these questions, too.
Well done :)

[Beau Maysey]

Short but powerful; conjures the questions we hate to ask ourselves. Nice job!

[ANM]

Yes every single day, the ticking of time is a constant reminder of the ethereal qualities of life. Great poem you are very good!

[carrotcruncher]

To wonder is to be human, you have captured the insecurities of us all. I enjoyed it.

[Kat Blair]

Well thank you:)