The Weight Of Purpose Poem by Meghan

with a troubled heart
and a heavy mind
torn, wretched bloody fingers
the weight of purpose
is crushing
dim days grow dimmer
digging for answers
or even reason
some say the wonder of it all
or rather the hunger of it all
my thirst is insatiable
reality is gripping
if you take time to acknowledge it
questioning the universe
leaves me feeling diminished and worthless
I'd just rather die
than spend a life's worth of years
hopelessly pondering
the barely imaginable
unattaining and comprehendable
PURPOSE

Ignorance is bliss they say....
some are blind like night to day

Mon. Mar 12.2007