Still

A poem reflecting on the pain that I'm sure everyone experiences in life.

Still

I do not sleep

Something is there

An itch

Clinging to my very existence

If only I could shake it

Still I wonder

What is the purpose?

Why are we here?

Is there truly a light

At the end of every tunnel

Author's Note

Another one of my contributions to the world (or should I say vast universe?) of poetry. Constructive criticism is helpful, then I can improve.

Reviews

[Roland Petrov]

This one is mature beyond your years. I really like it. You're asking profound questions. As for style, sometimes repetition is a good device that works well; here, your repetition of "still" weakens the impact of the word. I would remove the second "still" (just go with "I wonder"). On the other hand, this sort of thing is very subjective; what I'm saying works best for me, but others may take exception.

[LadyInk]

This is really good, i love your poems...

[Onoma]

...Just look...your very consciousness is the light of the world.
Your being has lit both ends of the tunnel...both inner, and outer--
you need no "constructive criticism" your inquiry has already shone
its beautiful color.

[TawnyBlueStar]

I completely agree with this :)

[Onoma]

...Then...Truth is self-evident for the both of us. Allow nothing, no one--
to be a hindrance to your soul's deepest expression. You, we who have
chosen to write, do so...because we're brimming over.