Meaningless Existance Poem by Daniel Parker

Meaningless Existance



I look upon my figure, in the mirror of my dreams,
The scars across my chest are clear to see,
I sometimes question motives, why go to such extremes,
When clearly you don't feel the same for me?
A lonely figure I've become, it seems I have no soul,
My heart, once strong, is nothing more that dust,
Of all the pains I've conquered, this one I can't control,
Yet try to overcome this hurt I must,

The ghosts, they tease and haunt me, remind me of my past,
The trials and tribulations, my mistakes,
I only sit and wonder, did it all happen to fast,
Is this the only reason my heart aches?
A smile, out of the question, I feel no more than hate,
I look upon myself in pure disgust,
I have no more excuses, I simply can't blame fate,
It seems I confused love, for utter lust,

I longed for years, an ending, to all my pain and hurt,
For someone to just come and steal my breath,
It can't be much to ask for, to rot amongst the dirt,
Or am I not allowed the spoils of death?
This pitiful existance, more punishing that jail,
If only they had given me the noose,
Emotions, all my feelings, they have left me, all set sail,
I thought it time to save them, let them loose.

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