May 3, 2009

The Sweltering

I'm exhausted from questions
I'm tired of talk

I miss how I felt when I was a kid
The world, and myself, were accepted
and watched through simple eyes
I wasn't afraid of people
or the future
I wasn't ashamed

I miss innocence and simple thoughts
I didn't wonder about money
or health
or love
or hope
I lived

I wonder, always wondering
Always questioning
will there be war?
will the economy recover?
what will happen to the environment?

will I have a wife and family?
am I a good man?
will I make a difference?

I miss when I didn't have so many questions
Too many, with too few answers,
and hope will falter
left with only anger
like pounding against concrete walls


My amateur attempt at poetry.

Note: I'm not being emo. I hate emo kids. I just think questions can carry a heavy weight at times.