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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Purpose

Sick and tired and hopelessly drawn,
The purpose of life seems forlorn,
Torn between the raging fires,
There seems to be life between the pyres,
Fire and earth, to ash be turned,
Between their strife, my soul be burned,
As water from the heavens pours,
The common man be filled with sores,
Life it seems is an unkind mistress,
She left us in a perpetual distress,
Stranger still is master time,
Who comes and goes without a chime,
Cruelty still seems our fate,
I think I see heavens gate,
Sick and tired and hopelessly drawn,
The purpose of life seems forlorn.

2 comments:

Tazeen said...

Have you ever sent your poetry in for publication? You should try doing so.

quartertoinsane said...

doesnt this count as publication?