Absent Purpose (May 4, 2010)

He strolls through the day
A 24-hour cycle of repeated yesterdays
Realizing it’s the month of May

Does he have one? Has it made a dent?
A thirst for fulfillment

In remembering the day he was born
Enduring disgust and facing wrath and scorn
The soul torn and reborn

Was he molded this way?
A test? Cast out into the fray

Starting out slow and weary
He mistrusts all, clearly
Without it he will never soar freely

A defining moment
To break the chains of torment

Words are his savior
Creating visions on paper
Penned without waiver


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