When does this journey end? A poem

Today i saw
Footprints
Where i followed
To see
Where I’m going
Where i came from
Where this rugged
Path would lead
Stumbling
Wondering
Who walked ahead
If they had
Good intentions
Or one to bring me
My final breath
Oddly
I felt no fear
Maybe
More like resignation
Not knowing
Not caring
Its like
No one could stop
Me from
Falling
So why
Wouldn’t i accept
This fate
Why would it matter
I’m stuck in the same place
Feet moving
Never getting
Closer
But i feel like
I’m almost there
Don’t speak to me
I only understand
The voice inside
I push on
Longer than my feet
Can take
Its a 50 year journey
When will it end

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sad poem it seems…I am sorry you feel like this…I love you.

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Thank you! ((Hugs)) :heart:

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Loving the rhyme scheme @FatMama nice !

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Thank you! :blush:
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You should put your poems in a book and publish. Great things could come your way.

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Yes, but with every step, I discover something new about myself.

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I’ve dreamed about being published

Sometimes I’m scared of what I learn about myself

If it’s bad, you need to learn that other people are the same as you. It’s just not common knowledge.

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I think everybody is wondering about this and we are getting burned out and tired. I don’t want it to end yet. I go through phases of no energy and think what it will be like and and wanting it but (not pleasant). Then I get feeling good and (not yet). I still don’t know the way well enough but it is happening. I’m not ready. But do we have to go on until we can’t draw another breath?

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Your poem has some nice touches, but it is rather fatalistic. I can see how you would feel that way, though. Schizophrenia can feel like you’re stumbling towards a precipice.

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