Give Me Strength
by
Jack Curson
(Age: 32)
copyright 08-05-2004
Age Rating: 13 to 127
What is it that keeps me going, pondering the purpose of my life?
A fervent passion that fills my soul with the promises of time past?
Why should I even have a purpose?
This inkling of non-purpose surfaces its head to take a breath.
Mighty as it may seem there is an end to this thing we call “life”,
Created by an intelligent designer who seems to be at every corner I turn.
But this physicality of death does not frighten me.
The depth of my fear leaves me drifting through nothingness,
Subject to only my thoughts of despair and knowledge that God has separated Himself from my being.
A loneliness that is far more painful than deaths’ grip to the inner parts of my soul.
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I can hear the echo of lonliness, I see the absence in the void of feeling. *Sigh* How sad! I'd say it painted a vivid image, but it was all black velvet.
Jack,
Wow, some profound thoughts in here! It gave me the feeling I was inside your mind, listening to your thoughts...well done. My only suggestion would be not to repeat 'purpose' so often.
Nice work!
Joan