Aimless

In the lack of life he lived

Unimportant unnoticed

In the darkened corner, he wept.

 Unheard torments.

 

In what purpose do we ask questions?

In what use do we demand answers?

We know the answers are cruel.

Peace is not in our doom.

 

The road pointed by millions,

We know it is true.

Giving up was the announce,

Of a fool who cannot break through.

 

He is the fool, who rests,

Throwing all his regrets,

For a night without a price,

Two walls carried his back.

Reviews

[khalid]

i love how you have penned this. sometimes we feel the world is really a place failure and despair. life has become really frustrating recently. i just want to comment on (priceless) i think it wasnt sed properly here because priceless means..very valuable that no price can be paid for it..

[David Klay]

I feel this piece deeply. It is so well written and has a certain darkness to it that speaks softly.

[SAYED THANGAL]

it's a suphistic or mystic poem, very vast the meaning, touching the mental and physical aspect of an individual
all the best,
sayed thangal

[Aya]

Thanks alot

[Tarry Franck]

Great job on this piece. Keep up the good work.

[Aya]

thanks alot

[Tarry Franck]

My pleasure