joshua wickstrom

Our Purpose..


an infinite vortex, caged inside,
the superego, swallows the pride,
as little children, we laughed and played,
this life is gone, its withered away

someone tell me..
what is our purpose
if only to die,
we're reaching for the stars,
in an empty sky,
and believing in everything,
without asking why..

the times of sand, blow admist the wind,
we are not saints, for we have all sinned,
our precious hearts, rotting from within,
there is no cure, this sickness will win,

someone tell me..
what is our purpose
if only to thrive,
we're floating in the ocean,
with no hope to survive,
and screaming for forgiveness,
without remorseful cries,

materialism blinds your eager eye,
with broken wings, its hard to fly,
our cries of sorrow, deplete your mind,
infected hearts, are all you find,

someone tell me..
what is our purpose
if only to dream,
we're wondering this earth,
with no voice to scream,
and falling for anyone,
that will mend the seams,

Joshua Wickstrom
March 27th 2009

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2009
Poem Edited: Friday, September 25, 2009

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