why

 

an empty body

no sense of purpose to be found

lagging and dragging

small bits and pieces of peace.

 

I'm at a point

where the word 'why' continually surfs my brain

riding the waves of what's and who's;

wearing the surface clean

and continually cascading my thoughts and speech.

 

is my spirit dying;why do i feel this way and why...

feeling as though I'm racing in a competition-less race,

falling just before the trigger is tapped..

..just the movement of my soul

to the beat of a rhythm-less drum.

 

stalking a dream

mis believing reality;

its only a phase,right..

..another phase entering another oblivious state.

oh wise ones promise a better ending,

 

whats so fake seems so real

and whats real doesn't even come close

but pretends to be real to revive it all

pump new blood into my veins;

i need a resurrection;

 

I'm dying inside;

dying inside to be reborn

at least that's the hope

'cause this can't be life

being dead at the core

seeking what again, and why?

 

leaving trails of seeds for the tremendously lost

feeling greed to be fed

understanding and knowledge,

and just a glimpse of what this is all about,

and why.

Reviews

[Mr Whiskers]

This embodies so many of the thoughts we all have--the impertinent why that refuses to be answered. Why we must feel so useless, so solitary and so empty. What we are searching for, how we will find it--most importantly, why we are looking in the first place!
Amazing, IMO. Keep on prosing.