Existence, Or Something Like It
13 February, 2005
Author: Luke Christopher
My heart echo’s form the emptiness inside me.
I feel everything and nothing all at once.
The sadness overwhelms me at times.
But, I have no tears left.
My soul is an empty desert.
My heart is broken and beaten.
Do I keep fighting or do I give in to all this?
Slowly I slide deeper inside this world of self hate.
My whole existence is meaningless.
To have struggled so hard to get here.
Look back and realize you have gotten nowhere.
Trying to change yourself, re-invent yourself so many times,
You have no idea who you are anymore.
To long so hard to be someone.
To have an identity.
Who am I?
What will be my legacy?
Am I living,
Or just existing?
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Keyonna Farrell (64.12.116.197) -- Monday, February 14 2005, 04:11 am quickly becoming a favorite on my list. I loved this poem and I feel like this alot of times. Please keep writting and thank you for sharing. :) |
| Haven (70.20.52.12) -- Wednesday, February 16 2005, 10:40 pm This poem was very well written, thank you for sharing it! ~Haven |
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