latest poem

I know you thought I stopped writing poetry, but I never completely stopped. I just went really slowly.

I have never been alive
I do not konw the joy of dancing
I do not live this thing called life
I have never been in love
I do not know the joy of driving
I have never liked the wine
nor lived a life divine
I have never lived
and chances are
I never will

Pretty sad and pathetic I guess, but I'm not exactly enjoying my life at the moment. Not much to live for either. Don't worry - suicide was never and still is never an option. I leave the possibility that I will experience such things up to the reader, but I see it all as unlikely simply based on past experience. I am preventing myself from enjoying life, but why?