Poetry of Life Series - The Full Soul

Why does each step seem forsaken,
Why has the past been so rough?
Why is my heart still broke and aching?
Nothing to nothing... to dust.

When will the willing be worthy?
Why must the worthy be shy?
What was the purpose in loving?
Empty to Empty... to Die.

Purpose, some have it, most do not.
Values, their random, at best.
Judgments, like weeds, seem to thrive here.
Worthless more Worthless... I guess.

What is my purpose in writing?
Now I don’t even bother to rhyme.
Typing and talking and searching.
Whoops, I think I just missed... my line.

Oh why is my mind so damn random?
Why must my thoughts never end?
What do I hope to accomplish?
Greater and Greater... The End!

written 4/29/08