Tiger's Book of poetry - 17. Poem 17: A Man or An Island?

Feeling like a man stranded alone on an island

I ponder endlessly through the loneliness and pain

Feeling as though there is nothing more to life than this

I ponder why I even bother to wake up in the morning

Feeling as though no one understand the pain I suffer

I ponder the meaning of a life of limited existence

Feeling the great burden of boredom and melancholy

I ponder about how to flee from this life of strife

Am I a man who will find the answers and find peace?

Or Am I on a road to damnation to a life of the mundane?

Am I ever going to rise above and feel happy again?

Or Am I going to suffer this torment forever and ever?

Am I worth anything to people I know and am supposed to love?

Or Am I the one they see as nothing but trouble and chaos?

Am I doomed to walk the road alone never to find a reason to stay?

Or Am I finally going to feel whole and have more of a life?