(^^)My book of poems(^^)

Meaning for Living

Is there a meaning to living, is there a meaning to living. That's a question many may never find the answer to but is there an answer or are we searching for something none existent an if there's really no meaning then why do we live, why are we here, why do we breathe or wake up in the morning.

It's a question I've even asked my self an a lot like the lucky few I've found my reason, my life’s meaning an it's because of the one's I love, the one's I hold so dear to my heart but like I've said before most don't find it, most don't find it for their focus lays trapped within our crooked world.

A dark and vast world of madness where every one is one in the same yet different a world where all is known an all is forgotten and no one speaks with eye's drained of life an tongues dried of laughter a world which is a sadistic as well as a vengeful one, one which does not spare those with heart's as vile and dim as the night nor does it spare those with heart's pure and transparent with love.

A world of murderer's, thieve's and con's where death run's wild, a place where most turn their heads from evil an only raise their fist when it matters to them where most willingly put their head upon the world's anvil without knowing the reason for why they do it, a place where children die an sure they'll stop an cry only to forget the reason which they cry and move on, this...this is the world where the meaning of life die's.

A world where seeing the bloodied body of a five year old little girl who just wanted to watch the clouds flow by is normal a world where lines are blurred, where no one thinks twice before gunning down a man with a family who expect his return all for a bottle of alcohol but why, how as it come to this when did the worlds beauty go from flowered folds and mountains to bloodied corpses draped along our streets.

When did pulling the trigger of a gun be come as simple to us as breathing when, when did the cries of the broken hearted become our lullaby an when did we begin to paint our world in the blood of others an for the love of God when did we lose all rationality and reason why have our minds become so simple as well as corrupted why have our tears stopped falling an when does it end will it end with a mother who cradles her lifeless baby, will it end with the daughter who cries upon her father as he takes his last breath, or will this senseless killing end with a sister one who holds the cold dieing body of her little brother after their venture to a nearby park.

As sad as it may be no, no this...this senseless killing these meaningless deaths may never end, it will never end as well as the foolish pride of those who kill for the world we live in is sadistic as well as a vengeful one an it does not spare instead it takes, it takes and leaves nothing behind, it takes all rationality, all reason, an it takes the meaning of life the only hope most have an destroys it.