Shoot Your Dreams Away

A Poem by CrimsonHints

I feel barren but, burdened,
Like a tempest without rain.
I feel lost and incomplete,
Like a sadist without pain.

They said I had a purpose,
But, what purpose am I,
When the world burns in fire,
And smoke blackens the sky?

I feel surrounded yet, all alone,
Like an old man on his deathbed.
I feel like the complete book,
Of things someone wish they said.

They said I have a purpose,
But, what purpose is there in dying?
And if that is what I am,
What point is there in trying?

None at all you'd say;
But, stand tall and shoot your dreams away.