Purpose

A few depressing words on the emptiness of life

My chest is an empty cavern,
My beating heart merely a machine,

A machine to pepetuate my torment,

My soul vacated these premises long ago,

And without these vitalities I am nothing,

I am but an empty vessel,

A being without puprose or meaning,

I am truly alone,

I long for the sweet embrace of the crypt,

Alas it ever eludes me,

And I continue this hollow journey alone,

But as I traverse this existence,

A stray thought passes by,

A glimmer of hope perhaps?

What if I am not alone,

What if somewhere I find a kindred spirit,

A soul that shares my pain,

That can bring meaning to my life,
Return that which surely should never have gone,

That one being who can return to me my energy,

My essence,
My me,

If you are out there I will find you,
I will keep looking for you,
I will scour this world and the next,
For no boundary shall keep us parted,

You are my purpose,

This is my path,

I will dedicate myself to this,

And if it should take 'til the expiration of my life,

So be it,
For if a life is not shared,

What is the point of having it?

Author's Note

I ain't no poet, I do know it, but writing these helps me get some emotion out, So be nice or i'll give you a clout!

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A very heart touching work. Thank you for sharing. Debileah