Why do I question my broken existence,
Plaguing me night and day, my morbid existence
My worst point,
Furthest away from my dream,
Bottom of the barrel of life.
I'm at my end
Identity- what is an identity?
As it travel through history,
Sewing legacy
As it travels through history
Changing with the bias of the text,
With the authors feelings and beliefs,
Things we live by and cannot survive without
When I don't want to, I contribute to life
Whether I wish it or not,
When I don't want to live at my worst,
My works release a clamp on my heart...
'We live for poetry, it's in everything, it feeds our souls'...
Flooding through the souls of many
And leaving the lips of the few.
Walt Whitman says we contribute to the play of life, we will contribute to life it will go on...
(The show must go on)
What is your purpose, what is your verse?
You can write your purpose
But not know what it is
The verse is hidden,
Lost in my mind-
Breaking out my soul
Floating through the empty space of my consciousness.
How can you have a purpose
Limiting yourself your purpose from being experienced,
Forcing yourself into a glass mold
Hoping someone will bring the stones
To break you out of your black castle.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphasize
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written as a way to control a person's feelings; originally they were never intended to be seen by human eyes. This is written from the point of view of someone who struggles with emotional turmoil but feels they cannot...
