my life’s meaning i cannot see
there’s something hiding inside of me
lurking, skulking methodically
it tries so hard to escape from me
finally realizing my destiny
only wishing this was not me
wanting more and nothing less
only getting anxiety and stress
thinking, hoping for more to see
understanding there’s nothing left for me
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 