There must be a purpose

When I wake up, life sometimes feels so empty,

drawn out like a day off from living.

I search for a reason in my life,

even if I touch just one heart.

There seems to be no end in my journey,

no point to even breathing anymore.

Sitting alone in the darkness I cry,

for the pain of just feeling so alone.

Flowers bloom yet have no scent,

water is wet but I feel so dry.

Tears ask to come out and I say no,

walls building up just to break down.

I wonder if there is a purpose in my life,

whether if only to know love.

Moment pass and thoughts drift aimlessly,

as is my life in this river of lost hopes.

Pictures flash through my mind,

memories of times when I was someone.

Mistakes made within my choices discovered,

old soul, lonely heart, broken man.

There doesn’t appear to be a point to any of it,

dreams are made from the tears of the bruised.

Love meant to be found within one’s heart,

yet when I see it, something isn’t quite right.

Always wanting, never giving, always failing,

passion doesn’t seem to exist at all.

I have a passion in my heart,

one where there must be purpose.

To envision the light in my way,

to know my path and actually taking it.

Is my heart just so bruised by the pain,

is there a point to my suffering at all?















Johnny Newell