No Sense, No Purpose
Doubt Without
No Sense, No Purpose
3/25/09
Why do I feel this way?
Why don’t I understand?
Is there any reason?
Or is this just the plan?
This awkward desensitization,
This complex meaning,
The way it all unfolds
Makes me wonder.
Why am I here?
What should I do now?
How can I fix this?
Why can’t I know this?
Will you tell me please,
What I can do to ease
This tense frustration
And once again feel peace?
Am I not allowed to know?
Is the plan so much of a secret
That not even the builders get to know?
How can the world be built on such mistrust?
I won’t tell, I won’t repeat,
What I’m told, I only seek,
Simple assurance that my life
Isn’t just the backup plan.
Why do I feel like it’s my job
To be the trash bag of those around me?
Not all, but so many use me,
And don’t replace the bag when it’s full.
I’m taken for granted and beat upon.
I’m the punching bag for their pain.
They relentlessly shoot me down
Before I even get up.
And then there’re those worth living for,
Those I love to death.
They care for me and I for them,
For all my life is worth.
About the Creator
Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)
Since 1991, this compassionate writer has grown through much adversity in life. One day it will culminate on his final day on Earth, but until then, we learn something new every day and we all have something to offer to others as well.
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