It’s a moment,
It’s a meaning,
Indistinguishable,
From these feelings.
Fear and loathing,
Pain and suffering,
Just another,
Article published.
Tag: meaning
What am I writing for?
What am I writing for?
Why?
Every week I open my laptop,
And pound out a poem,
Or a chapter,
Or an article.
Or a meaning,
Bound up in these words,
Lost in translation,
Between my mind,
And this page.
And the eyes that read.,
Trying to glean,
Some meaning,
From my strange dreaming.
No Value
These words that you read,
Have no value.
Nothing I say,
Here,
Can hold a dollar amount.
Not because they shouldn’t,
But because,
Not enough people,
Read them.
Seeking
Seeking a moment,
Seeking a time,
Finding a path,
To seek my meaning.
Odd feelings,
Lost on this road,
Looking for,
That tree of meaning.
Words from the Road 1
There was a day that I started to think I had done nothing of worth.
Nothing that would have any meaning once I’d left the earth.
I spent many sleepless nights wondering about what to do.
To make it so my life had meaning when everything was done.
But I didn’t have a single skill that could help me,
Not one I could use to make or change this world in some way.
I’d spent all my life reading, about journeys past.
And so the only solution I could come to was to leave my home,
To find some meaning, somewhere.
Banish the Shadow
You cannot banish the shadow,
When you live in the light,
But step into the darkness,
And you will forget the light,
And you won’t know,
Why you are there in the first place.
