Asking Myself Poem by Suzae Chevalier

I ask myself,
"What am I doing here? "
I honestly want to be on earth
smelling the dirt.
anywhere but here…
I will be in my room in my house
laughing about good times…
I don't care if I'm bit by a mouse
only on earth, not here.

I ask myself,
"What am I doing here? "
Oh, I never knew it was going
to come to this…
This place of torment…
this place of fear and fire…
I want to be up on earth…
I want to be with my family so dear.

I ask myself
'What I'm I doing here? '
I know I was not meant to be
here for eternity.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on December 29,2020