What is The Point?
poem by:
Candace Cox
Written
on Jan 17, 2014
Like a photographer who's lost her sight Like the sun, shining in the night There is no purpose There is no light A dove with no song Just looks great A heart without love Is full of hate Who has working feet But does not stand? Who has wings And stays on land? Where has hope gone? How can you possibly keep on? In this world where it's popular to die How can you manage to stay alive? What point do you serve? What faith do you reserve?
Tags: sad, confused, encouraging, pain, wishful,
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greg woods commented:
The answer that comes to my mind is that we live on for our children, well done
George McLaren
commented:
Candace what a sad, pensive emotive poem. It is beautiful as pain is an integral part of our lives, no escape. The poem raises many questions, a searching. the answer is always just there. God; Love; Being. Whatever name. And it is Beautiful.George
Janet Vick
commented:
I have felt like this a time or two but I found grand children make it worth while to keep on stepping forward. Great and sad write. Janet
Peter Duggan
commented:
Wonderful poem you have written here though I feel much sadness in it. I believe that the purpose of life is to live it, every bit o it, with it's joy and sorrows too. It is your story and only you can live it. I enjoyed this poem very much...Peter
Patricia Wilton-King
commented:
so emotive but I do believe we are all here for a reason, everyone has a talent of some form or another, find it, enjoy it, share it, it will make you happy.
ann parks
commented:
thanks for this....I can't change the whole world but I can help those in my little sphere. Ann
Steven Kincaid
commented:
oversimplified and lacks substance
Elizabeth Ladji
commented:
Pedestrian and flat. Needs to be developed.
