Lost Purpose
My reason for doing what I do
Is slowly escaping my very essence
My mission and my reason is fading
But clear with this message:
I am a horse that’s plowed too many fields
A bird gathering food for an empty nest
A lion that cannot hunt and feed its pack
A spider weaving broken webs
A baby that has been born old
A cold sun freezing the stars
A bright man in a forgotten room
That is who we are
Lost Faith
I believed in the holy fervor
The faith that drove me into the world
Now that faith has rejected me
Like a doll rejected by a young girl
These questions I ask leave my lips:
Who can I trust? Who will take me?
Who can see that I am One who is not whole?
I have lost purpose and now lost faith
Colorful, but still petty, like sliver and gold
Lost Sleep
Pondering this reality has taken its toll
My eyes grow weary with each breath I take
I exhaust my resource of natural light
All I ask for is a gift; all I ask is a break
With this, I choose no path
That could guide me to find my lost treasures
But that path is right here:
I see it with irises, losing their color
I wait for my exhaustion to overwhelm me and sigh
I wish to close my eyes and fall into slumber with an end
But my eyes stay awake, waving dreams and hopes goodbye
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
Lost Purpose
My reason for doing what I do
Is slowly escaping my very essence
My mission and my reason is fading
But clear with this message:
I am a horse that’s plowed too many fields
A bird gathering food for an empty nest
A lion that cannot hunt and feed its pack
A spider weaving broken webs
A baby that has been born old
A cold sun freezing the stars
A bright man in a forgotten room
That is who we are
Lost Faith
I believed in the holy fervor
The faith that drove me into the world
Now that faith has rejected me
Like a doll rejected by a young girl
These questions I ask leave my lips:
Who can I trust? Who will take me?
Who can see that I am One who is not whole?
I have lost purpose and now lost faith
Colorful, but still petty, like sliver and gold
Lost Sleep
Pondering this reality has taken its toll
My eyes grow weary with each breath I take
I exhaust my resource of natural light
All I ask for is a gift; all I ask is a break
With this, I choose no path
That could guide me to find my lost treasures
But that path is right here:
I see it with irises, losing their color
I wait for my exhaustion to overwhelm me and sigh
I wish to close my eyes and fall into slumber with an end
But my eyes stay awake, waving dreams and hopes goodbye
A three-part poem, you never know what you truely have until you lose it