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The Purpose
Of what?
The
purpose
To hate?
To love?
To break?
To ache?
The
purpose
To find a place on this earth
To leave a mark before you rot
To be known
To be praised
The
purpose
We're all looking for
Our weary eyes cry for
The thumps of heart crave for
Our senses quake for
This
purpose
Holding us back
While we're trying to find the crack
That unlocks
the true
meaning
of our
purpose
The
purpose
That our elders have told us
"Will only come in time"
But time is divine
and there's only so little of it
Oh
The
Purpose
Look at what you've done
To the poor
souls
of
this
earth
Look at what you've done
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ahhhh
first post
first poem i post to the eyes of many
nervous is too plain to describe what im feeling
but oh well
this poem was written on one of those nights when your thoughts take over and you're left at 1 am scribbling on a piece of paper
i dont tend to explain the meaning behind my poems usually because sometimes its obvious but also my poems are for me to know deeply and the readers to wonder mysteriously
i dont know why im writing this