sylviasearcher

Without Purpose

 

I’m of no use now
To you or them
Nor him
Or even her


I’m full of empty
From too much use
Too worn
To even care

 

So what’s your pleasure?
More of me?
My blood
A broken bone?

 

Break me up
Till I’m no good
Dead weight
But not quite gone

 

No liquid here
To quench your thirst
Poison pours
From my dry tears


I’m no use now
To the trees
I’m fallen
Nowhere. Still Here.

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    Sylvia,

    I hope this isn’t how you are feeling. That said it’s in these moments of depressive thoughts that we can write the most powerful & painful pieces.

    I absolutely loved this poem & felt every miserable word.

    I’d love to make this into a lyric at some point in typical Unsub misery style.

    Thanks for sharing my friend.

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    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks for finding something of use in these words.

      Sometimes releasing the words helps the feeling seem bearable some how.

      You would be more than welcome to make these words into a lyric.

      I always longed to be more musical but I even failed at playing the drums!

      • Unsub

        Sylvia,

        It sounds like you are on a real downer at the moment!

        Remember whatever your rubbish at or failed at nobody can take away your mind & your ability to express with the pen.

        Focus on the positive the negative will just be something to write about.

        I’ll take a look at working on a chorus to start with- thanks.

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        I’m of no use now
        To you or them
        Nor him
        Or even her

        I’m full of empty
        From too much use
        Too worn
        To even care

        So what’s your pleasure?
        More of me?
        My blood
        A broken bone?

        Without purpose I stand, alone
        No vision nor focus; I’m stone
        Pale & weak I decay & break
        Through my aching heart I place a stake

        Without purpose I fall, alone
        My world, my life I will disown
        Almost gone I break & decay
        Pushing final breath slowly away

        Break me up
        Till I’m no good
        Dead weight
        But not quite gone

        No liquid here
        To quench your thirst
        Poison pours
        From my dry tears

        I’m no use now
        To the trees
        I’m fallen
        Nowhere. Still Here.

      • Michael Edwards

        Great write Sylvia. i do hope you are not in this place.

        • sylviasearcher

          Sometimes I am...

          At least it’s still a creative place.

          When words dry up, then I truly would have no purpose!

        • Goldfinch60

          Very emotive write but as you say you are still here and the one thing about that is that you can still write your words which bring those who care into your life and I care.
          May your words find the light and life get better each day.

          'Cool' is the word that you and Unsub can use as you were there, I can say things are 'hip' as that was when I was there, back in the historic realm of mods and rockers in the 60's, a time which changed life into a brighter time.

          Those changes can be there for us all.

          • sylviasearcher

            I quite like the word hip, but I would fear to use it wrong like all the new popular words too.

            I long for words to be my purpose.

            Maybe one day?



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