Uneasy

Uneasiness fills me.
Restless, I pace this empty space
within a cluttered room
that reflects the life I have lived thus far.

Is this all I have
to show for 20 odd years
of work?
Useless possessions
and scattered papers
are not who I am.

I know not
what I would like to show the world.
I need to leave a mark
upon those around me.
I need something to show
that my life has not been wasted,
that I have achieved something that matters.