Seeking A Purpose

And the only fire I'm feeling

Is the heat of this rum down my throat

For there is no heart beating

Inside these broken bones

And the only kisses I'm savoring

Are those of a cold empty mug on rainy morning

For there is no Sun

In this gray world of mine

And all these poems have no purpose

For they don't fill up

All those empty hearts who make these poems

Come to life

And the only air I'm breathing

Are all those blizzards

From the hearts I've tried to conquer

But all of a sudden sealed leaving me outside

And all that remains is ink

Forgotten.

Written in old papers

All full of purpose

Ignored by all of them.

DA 2015