Sometimes
I wonder why I am here
The existential crisis
Is what I most fear
To know one's purpose
Is to know the point of live
And to know that
Is most rare
So I wander through the streets
Alone at night
I stare at the stars
I wish with all of my might
I gaze to the heavens
And ask God to show me
The reason that he has bestowed me
To this earth
I imagine myself flying
Through the night air
I can catch stars
An no one will care
I can dance on the moon
And that I will do
Because I
Am wondering why I am here
With you
YOU ARE READING
the blood of my heart
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry. Some are fun and lighthearted, while others are deep and meaningful. A mixture of spoken word and short poems. I will continue to add poems weekly. My heart is in your hands.
