Curiosity At The Drop Of A Stone.

Mmhm. The small white stone penetrates the surface masking me wonder if my life has purpose why am i here? why do i exist?

 

The small white stone penetrates the surface

Making me wonder if my life has purpose

Why am i here? Why do i exist?

Although i cry, no one will assist

Should i be dead? Or wandering alone?

Should I be rotting, dead and bone?

My mind is clouded

With thoughts of the truth

Leaving me curious, questioning my youth

As the stone sinks, deep into the pond

My imagination wanders, and fails to respond

The stone hits the bottom, my eyes fall to the ground

I guess these unknown secrets will never be found

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews would be good :) I've updated it a little bit since i first posted it.

Reviews

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

'Although I cry, no one will assist.' Wow. That line fit so well and it rhymed too! I really liked the last line also. It's funny how we all ask the question 'Why do we exist?' but we are prompted by different and random events, like a stone dropping into a pond.

[LoondsyAndHooley]

Love it. I can relate. Great write.

Love it, I get this feeling all the time, this poem speaks the truth that no one can actually comprehend

[Coyote Poetry]

The question of life is a on going question with only one answer. To find reason and purpose for life. I like this poem. You question many things. Some answers are in holding a child. Laughing with friends and holding a lover. That is what life should be. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Devon Lewis]

What makes a great poem is fitting as much emotion and meaning into just a few verses. I love this poem. It speaks so much truth. I could really feel your thoughts. The uncertainty of life.