My Quest Unknown

My life seems empty,

Cold, not warm.

I feel so helpless,

Lost and forlorn. 

  

I wonder now,

What am I worth?

What’s my place in this world?

What’s my place on Earth?

  

I go through each day,

Just like the rest.

Is there a price to pay,

To live a life that’s blessed?

  

So I ask myself,

What is life for?

Will someone show me?

Will you open that door?

  

Not one will explain,

Not even jest.

For, this is my moment,

This is my quest.

[Another piece from long ago...]

Chocolate

I found you once,

Inside the kitchen.

You started this,

Insane addiction.

On the bench,

Was where you stood.

The taste of Chocolate,

Sweet and good.

   
     

      

I found a substance,

Which helped me beat,

This addiction,

However sweet.

Not indeed,

The force of will;

But a Rainbow,

Coloured pill.

   

Although this drug,

Is so sublime,

Unfortunately it,

Makes me rhyme.

I'm addicted,

And I know it.

But maybe I could be

A poet.

[So, I haven't posted anything in a long time. I found some poems which I wrote a long time ago, and I thought while I haven't written much lately I'd share some. I wrote this one in Primary School and I thought that you may find it amusing. (Some of the poem's I've put up previously are also just one's that I've found from a long time ago.)]

Interperetation of Inspiration

Lines cover pages

Black ink and tears.

Warriors of past ages,

All conceal their fears.

Splatters on the paper,

Interpreting sin.

Art deserves a savoir,

Just wasting ink, my pen.

The darkness now comes swiftly,

No space left untouched.

Imagination cloudy.

Inspiration gone. All’s lost.