My purpose of being here
I have often wonder so many times
For each time I look within the mirror I still have wonder why I'm here.
For the eyes are suppose to be answer within.
Yet, I just see a pool of darkness,
A lost soul one that is full of questions that is so hurt
From time of countless of words being said,
Then not being able to saying anything in return,
An undriven passion that has gone astray.
©vicki
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