Ramblings of a confused mind

my first ever attempt at poetry

Walking down the busy streets,

I suddenly come to a stop.

What’s that running down my cheek?

Tears? Or a raindrop?

 

Living somebody else’s life

In somebody else’s sleep;

And yet this pain seems to kill me,

These wounds cut so deep.

 

What is real?

What matters most?

Searching for answers,

I roam; like a ghost.

 

Maybe someday the pain will die

And life will finally be all smiles.

Till that day I can just wonder,

Just how many, how many more miles?