Whispers of Silence

Dumber and Number

Laid afloat on the seas of
   confusion.
I could feel my soul give in to
   oblivion.
Been searching for that sole
   purpose of existing,
But what if I'm just here to fill in the
   spaces of the living?

And I am unfathomably scared
   beyond explainable reasons,
Because what if roses are better off
   without thorns?
What if sunny skies are better off
   without raging storms and rains?
What if they are better off without
   my existence?

I am so lost—drowning way too
   deep.
For I can't find that sole purpose to
   save this sinking ship—
Me.