What is my purpose
poem by:
Asha Dare
Written
on Feb 28, 2019
Why am I here, what is my purpose. The future is near, my bones feel nervous! I try to talk but my lips are sealed, how long must I wait for these scars to be healed. It's on the tip of my tounge, but the words won't come out. I can't quite cognise my need to scream and shout! I never stop thinking, my mind never stops. Am I going going insane, I'm about ready to drop. It's awfully noisy, kinda like the circus... I keep asking myself, why am I here, what is my purpose. A.D
Tags: Happy, Sad, Rhyme, Beat, Anger, Depressing, Riddle, Scary, Pain, Hope, Dark, Abstract, Fear, Weird, Deep,
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Reeves commented on Mar 09, 2019 at 5:41pm
Your purpose is to be here
because you will never come again.
