MARKINGSA Poem by sonnie ibadah
I seek for a deeper meaning of life,
yet, there is no point for what I strive. My experiences may seem not enough but trust, my soul does not starve. My search for truth ended when I realized there was no such thing. Artifact prevails as reality is fading. Not that the struggles were meaningless, just unnecessary. One believes that the path we take is a choice, but I believe it is a voice, that calls us from the middle of nowhere. I dare not start to believe that, there is no purpose for my existence. My presence is significant not because of who I am to others, sadly no, but because of what I have is of interest to them. are sacrifices we make to gain others admiration? or to value the worthiness of others to us? I believe the first to be true. When I’m gone, what will they remember, my humility or my pride? my strengths or my weaknesses? my achievements or my failures? my living or my dying? Will they miss my presence or its interests? Not that it matters, because nothing does anymore. It is when we are dying that we realize how valuable our lives should have been. © 2015 sonnie ibadahAuthor's Note
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Added on March 6, 2015Last Updated on March 6, 2015 Tags: life, death, perspective Author
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