Poems about losing one’s way and no longer being able to see the point of following the beaten path.
What if someone you love leaves you, and even for no apparent reason? Or maybe you just watch the rest of the world move on while you yourself feel stuck. Maybe you’re a poet in an age where nobody has the mental capacity for poetry since they are constantly distracted?
Maybe you had beliefs that were shattered and are now struggling to re-assemble your opinions from scratch.
What do you do? How do you cope with such circumstances? There must be a solution, but what can it be?