Finding me…is like trying to solve the Da Vinci code
The puzzles continues to build walls and barricades
A millions of doors of broken images and dreams
It truly easy to lose one’s self image and thoughts
It like being born again in your soul not knowing
Where you are or who you are in this strange world
What will I become in my god’s judgmental eyes?
Will I become famous or known for good or bad?
Or will I be another corpse buried 6 feet under?
I want to know my purpose and my destiny
So why this prayer didn’t come true god!
Is it something tragic or internal suffering?
Or is it my path is where darkness is at it strongest
Where hell becomes a bottomless pit of souls
Enslaved, tortured, manipulated, sinners of the lord
Is this my fate? Is this my destiny? Is this my purpose?
What I’m doing asking unanswerable questions
Knowing that this will only lead in circles
Digging deeper in my heart making a hole
Founding nothing but blood and veins
No founding of my heart of gold
Engraving my love’s name, my family and my name
Thinking this is my true purpose and the true me
Falsehoods, lies and bad influences
Pushing me from my goal and my search
Knowing that this subject will come back
Knowing that this question might never be answer
Why even try to think about finding the answer?
My response…Finding this answer will be finding
The lost images of my true self of a being and my inner self
Compton Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finding-myself-8/
