If god made me
then why am i here ?
Why am i in pain?
why do i fear ?
Going beyond thoughts and dreams
finding out somehow
outta all these reams
that the words on these papers
dont make sense it seems
What is it that makes me tick ?
whats my purpose ?
Thinking about this makes me sick
The anwers i found
can come to only one conclusion
and that is that there is no god
The stories were just an illusion
Now alone i sit and think
(i have no purpose)
I welcome the drink
Lost in raving madness
blind to fear
I pulled the trigger
after drinking my last beer.
Nice poem.. .. you're a great writer! I'll be back for more!
Wow..that one is really good. Thank you as well for commenting on my poems. heh ^-^; But your poems are very well written and very imagiantive (excuse my spelling) I love them all specially this one. Insantiy is one of those strange things that brings you great amounts of insparation and yet leaves you feeling empty. But anywhoo I loved it keep it up! And I will join you when you go insane =p muwah!
~Alexia