Pain

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I was probably seriously depressed when I wrote this; I know I was angry - the reasons don't matter. Still it says things I really do believe: that each of us has a purpose; that we cannot die - except possibly by our own hand - until that purpose is fulfilled. I wish I could find my own purpose - I'm ready to be quit of this world.

Pain

I believe that each life has a purpose
A meaning we choose before birth
A lesson we set for ourselves
Or a debt we must pay here on earth

Tell me what I must yet learn
What purpose I somehow forgot
What karmic tie I must burn
'Ere I can return to my God

... I'm tired

What is my purpose?
What must I give?
What must I learn?
Why do I live?

I can sometimes feel Death hover nigh
The Angel I think I love best
His breath brushes my cheek in a sigh
But I can't yet return to my rest

God, show me the way to come home
Else give me the peace that I crave
Give me a reason to live
Or let me crawl into my grave

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rsalassi commented on Pain

10-22-2010

Yes, you do bring a simple honesty to your poem here in such a way that even this old agnostic can find no argument.

Olan01 commented on Pain

10-11-2010

This is a lovely poem and crafted well, my new friend. Dwell in love, peace and freedom, Olan

Wesa

10/11/2010

Thank you, Olan. That means a great deal to me, coming from you.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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