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Dreaming of a Purpose...
I lay awake with thoughts flooding my mind
who am I ?
where do I belong ?
how do I make it another day ?
these recurring thoughts are nightmares
that haunt my waking life
will I die today ?
without ever knowing what it means to live
life seems to be in shades of grey
its always cloudy here
where is the sun ?
who am I ?
where do I belong ?
how do I make it another day ?
these recurring thoughts are nightmares
that haunt my waking life
will I die today ?
without ever knowing what it means to live
life seems to be in shades of grey
its always cloudy here
where is the sun ?
Published 20th Jul 2016
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Anonymous
20th Jul 2016 1:29pm
Well put Wishful, this is a decent write. We have all been there at some point, questioning our existence & indeed a lot of us revisit these thoughts regularly. My favourite line: "Will I die today without ever knowing what it means to live" Superb.
21st Jul 2016 4:11am
Anonymous
21st Jul 2016 4:54am
You're most welcome honey.
22nd Jul 2016 00:09am
I like this poem, it gets its tone across well and it's simply a good read in general. I love reading poems questioning our existence, whether thoroughly or in a passing thought and this was a nice little dose of that for me today. Well done. :)
22nd Jul 2016 10:48am
