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Nov 2014
Who am I kidding! I know that I can't write the words,
I think I can; and I put them together
But I know that they are nothing
They mean; nothing.

What was I thinking of,
Why did I think I should
To me words are meaningless
I am a failure to ever think I could.

This is not what I am meant to be doing,
All my life I failed in the things that I try to do
So this is just one more failure
Add this to my list along side you.

What am I?
What is my purpose in this sad and lonely place?
Did I ever have all that I wanted
Yes I did! the moment I saw your face.

Sheila..
8/11/2014
Sheila Hackett
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Sheila Hackett  Lancaster
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