Sat in the cold-
Am I waiting for you?
There must be a reason
Why I've wandered this way:
If only I knew what it was.
Everything happens for a reason,
Doesn't it?
Then again, what if it doesn't?
What if I am just another
Mindless animal, purposelessly
Milling about, from place to place,
With no purpose, with no fate.
Such thoughts are cold yet liberating-
If nothing that I do matters,
Neither failure nor tragedy
Are worthy of these desperate tears.
Would it be better to feel nothing,
And stumble through life
Simply not caring?
Logically, yes,
But realistically,
I just do not have the heart-
Or the lack therefore of-
To live without feeling.
Who would I be without love?
How would I carry on
Without my eternal sadness?
What would I write?
What reason would I have to breathe?
Simply because I can?
There must be more to this life-
Surely, there must be more...
If only I knew
Whom I am waiting for.
Perhaps then I'd understand the meaning,
The reason, this thing that eludes me so...
If I knew what it was,
My purpose would be to pursue it:
I am so tired of waiting-
Let me pursue my joy.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
