The art of existence

poem by: Paddy Mchale
Written on May 13, 2016

The art of existence 
To stand
Alone
Is to want 
Is to hope 
Where am I who am I 
Why does everyone else have a purpose 
Am I happy 
Sometimes who knows then is anyone 
Does their purpose justify their existence 
Why should I care do I care
Who knows 
So is this me as I stand 
Alone
Is this my existence 
Sometimes 
There is an art to it 

 

Tags: sad, deep, confused,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Good poem
Paddy Mchale commented:
Thanks mate you're the first to comment on any of my stuff online
Christopher Russon commented:

Christopher Russon commented:
Don.t worry it will all come in time Your poem is good. I must read more of your work.
Josh Frye commented:
Life consist of living on one's own.Great way to put it in the first few lines. Edit it like ten times,or twenty times ,and see what your brain comes up with, new version mabey
Paddy Mchale commented:
Thanks for your comments I'm not sure about editing my stuff though Do you ever do that I dont reckon I'd be happy with messing it about

 

 

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