My Purpose

Neva Flores on Jan 1, 2010

Restlessness.

Sometimes I wonder why I’m here
I have been in limbo for so long
It feels here, there is no more a place for me
Nowhere that I belong

Once I had a purpose here
Things I was meant to do
I have accomplished all of this and more
And now I know not what to do

Should I pick up this wandering heart
And wander out this door
To find a new cause for this life of mine
One that fills my spirit more

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Phill Senters on Jan 1, 2010
Good work Neva.My own feelings of uselessness and despair described much better than I could have done.
cutedrishti8 on Jan 2, 2010
Wonderful words written…
qasimdharamsy on Jan 2, 2010
Wonderful post…
AlmaG on Jan 2, 2010
Very meaningful though talks about uselessness.
upeshdaa on Jan 2, 2010
very fine.
stryka66 on Jan 2, 2010
You captured this feeling very well…it’s one we all experience fro time to time
Darla Cooke on Jan 2, 2010
Very good poem!
Melinda McQueen on Jan 2, 2010
Nice poem. I added you to my list. Please add me too.

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