What am I waiting for

What am I waiting for short poem

A strange desperation sets in again
nothing seems right
nothing seems worthwhile
there is something amiss
the will to live is gone
whatever I stand for seems despicable
I lack belief and I lack courage
I look for a way out
and see just the fatalist one
my limbs lack energy
my voice is distant
my eyes look tired and distraught
and my body turns to lead
I want to run
run as fast I can
to where? the answer alludes me
but the feet are not ready to carry me
they remain grounded, turned into stone
what am I seeking
what do I desire
what makes me want to rebel
how do I set things right
is there anything right
am I but wrong
how do I define wrong
how do I define life
definitions are not forthcoming
and I keep looking for divine intervention
what am I waiting for
what am I waiting for
what am I waiting for..

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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@zyborg an existential dilemma that most of us face at some point, captured in your verse so aptly..

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