The Poetry of Primadonna Angela

Primadonna Angela


Existential Angst

Life seems to lose its meaning
Where do I go from here?
The walls fade to the darkness
What should I do?
What can I do?
A throbbing pain seizes me
I panic, I can do nothing in life.

Others appear to have goals in life
I know what I want to do:
trivial matters and pursuits
But I lose the big picture
I'm desperate for a worthy cause
of living.

Why do I live?
It pains me to think
I'm afraid to move ahead
I'm scared of existence.

06-07-1999