To feel alive, happy or sad,
yet burdened by a void so vast and bad.
Searching for purpose, both day and night,
lost in a place with no clear sight.
“Redemption will come by prayer,” they say,
but how can one be certain that way?
I’ve searched and searched, no truth to be found,
I’ve tried and tried to make life sound.
Still, the silence stretches, cold and wide,
a hollow path where doubts reside.
If meaning exists, it hides from view,
leaving me stranded, with nothing true.
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Author:
ZuZu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2025 18:34
- Comment from author about the poem: Recently I feel nothing towards my religion anymore and it makes me feel lost. What is the purpose of existence?
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Comments2
Marvelous poem, I also like the rhyme of it
Dear Brian, your words are kind,
A gentle light, so easy to find.
I write my heart, my soul, my feel,
In poems where my truths are real
A quite haunting poem of the emptiness felt inside and the search for their purpose, well written
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