This Life Poem by Heather Rhoden

Moving shadow to shadow,
Floating corner to corner,
Not knowing where to go.
What is this life for?

Drifting without a name,
Wandering across this Earth,
Knowing everyday will be the same.
What is this life for?

Listening to every sound,
Saying not a word,
In this Hell I am bound.
What is this life for?

My last sound a wistful sigh,
The blade cutting to my core
As I slowly begin to die.
What was that life for?