existence

A poem about existence written for my philosophy class as an assignment.

Do not question if we exist 

Can our pain not justify our existence?

To exist is to suffer

To not is something we do not know

All that is known is that we are

For now

Author's Note

May omit the last line, but I wasn't sure.

Reviews

[monono]

To exist is to suffer... yes, numbness is a kind of death in itself. Maybe pain is conduit to 'higher' emotions like love and beauty. If not, the pain is meaningless and so is existence.

Nicely written, really got me thinking. Oh and what philosophy class are you taking that allows poems to be submitted :P