sylviasearcher

Poetry’s Purpose

Did I come here to be heard?
Or am I only here to be numb?
Did I just need to get all of ‘it’ out?
Whose relief will it be when I’m done?


I’m not quite sure of my purpose
I’m not even sure of my truth
And I think I might meander endlessly
Till this river finds its use


Am I stuttering on a love note?
Am I drowning in the Sea?
Did I somehow end up far from home?
Did I think these words would set me free?


I’m not quite sure of the onset
As I set my beat to rhyme
Do you think I’ll find my ending
Is it just a matter of time?


I’m not quite sure of my purpose
I’m not even sure of my truth
I think I might meander endlessly
Till this river finds its use

 

Maybe I came here for comfort
Maybe to feel less alone?
I wonder when my verse stops from falling
Would you even notice I’m done?


I’m not quite sure of my purpose
I’m not even sure of my truth
I think I might meander endlessly
Till this river finds its use


I’m not quite sure of the onset
As I let my words descend
I think I was alone when it started
And I’ll still be alone in the end

Comments3

  • Laura

    Sylvia,

    You’ve definitely taken a peek...
    into my mind.
    I’ve been thinking similar thoughts since 2:00a.m.! I was pondering whether I should write them down or not.
    I didn’t...
    as usual...
    and lo and behold ...
    you’ve done it for me!
    Thank you for sharing!

    ~Laura~

    • sylviasearcher

      Well it’s not the best writing down ever, but I’m glad it found you x

      • Laura

        That it did!🤗

      • myself and me

        You might still be alone in the end, but I hope you are not lonely anymore.

        • sylviasearcher

          I guess I have got to the stage in my life where I treasure my solitude

        • Goldfinch60

          Life has so many streams to explore some can be lonely but many lead you to the wonders of life.
          As Lawless has said your words written to us on here will ensure that you are never lonely.

          Andy

          • sylviasearcher

            Thanks Andy

            I think the idea of alone is different to me now than it was when I was younger. Sometimes in my solitude I feel my most free.

            Yet of course I appreciate people reading my attempts at poetry and taking the time to ponder about them!



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