Lively purposeA Poem by MioneWritten when I was questioning.
Where do I find purpose?
Is it in the sheets, within the arms of another lover, Or is it in the grind that lines my pockets? Is it the people who know me and love me and need me, or in the turning of a book's page? Will I find it on a plane, a train or by ship while foreign words fall from foreign lips, or in the distant shriek of nature's creep? Perhaps if I look to the sky and shrink away from the brink of my insignificant lies, Maybe then I'll swallow the hollow feeling that lingers in my bones. Maybe then I'll atone and be awash with being alone. So where? Where. There. Here? The building burn of the cold in my throat As the bold winds touch my goosed skin. In the uncomfortable calm of tragedy And the vapid majesty of coffee conversations With a stranger's smile and your gentle curious relations. © 2020 Mione |
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Added on February 20, 2020 Last Updated on February 20, 2020 AuthorMioneAustraliaAboutI'm a very casual writer, and love to practice when I have time around a very busy life. more..Writing
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