Sometimes i ask myself,
"Why am I here?"
"What's the point of my existence?"
Sometimes i wander into a sea of trees
and try to acquire an answer.
"Why am I alive?" I yell,
"I have no purpose, I don't matter."
but trees can't talk,
so I go back inside.
Sometimes I write poems like these,
because maybe it'll help someone.
Or better yet
maybe it'll give an ounce of purpose
to my trivial existence.
-I.S
My best friend wrote this and let me use it. Keep those requests coming!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Cluster Of Words
PoetryThe name kinda gives it away. This is a poem book! You can give me ideas for poems to write as my inbox is always open! REQUEST BOX IS OPEN
