To find my purpose within the sweet confines of this page
To share the experience of one soul with the entirety of the world
To render even the smallest acting in loving grandeur
To discover what living is on the bloodless lifeless page
Was this what I was meant to be?
Was my fate doomed from my first breath?
Am I wandering when I should be devout?
Am I tortured when I should be free?
The curse I seem to have upon my head
is the love of passionate and unwavering destiny
I only want the unbroken path to tread upon my feet
and send me off into the horizon with all expediency
But this path that I have chosen as my own
has left me tired, battered by the unceasing sun
Wanting to walk the path until I die
But wondering why I need to die to walk it.
To beat myself until I feel the whips and scorn of success
To run myself until I find happiness in conclusion
To worry myself until I cease to question every thought
To hate myself until I love the constant pain within my heart
I want to write
If you wrote this poem, Graham, you should concentrate your life to poetry. It may not pay much, but it would be exhilarating.
ReplyDeleteGreat writing.