Every Destination Has A Purpose Poem by Mark Heathcote

My life has been a black hole
But every destination has a purpose
And now as I'm getting older
And always a little more forgiving
This sack of sin doesn't want these lights to go out.

Doesn't want these lights to fade
Yes, every destination has its purpose
Every star in the universe on the horizon
Has at least one place it, can be seen
Has at least one heartbeat beating dreaming.

But there are still days & days
I wake up to a black sun
Waiting for death to take my hand
And guide me blindly, but now I succinctly
Am aware I try to cling, try to hang on.