Garrett Doff


Purpose - Poem by Garrett Doff

Sitting, staring at nothing. Feeling worn and wrecked. My brain works overtime during its shift and after. A whole in my chest spills care and love for those around me. Hands feel the rage of my suffering. My eyes, a deep well of the never ending hopelessness. My face exists to express the opposite of everything I am feeling. My heart, there to race with every anxious thought. Stomach to tell me when I can handle no more pain. Feet to run away. Ears to ignore, and a mouth to spout words of arrogance. It seems as though every part of my body has a purpose.
So why then does the being in it not?

Topic(s) of this poem: question


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 5, 2015



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