My Existence

Is there any reason for the ever changing seasons?

A cycle of life gone by…

Is there any reason or a purpose for existence?

So many have wondered why.

Do you find solace in believing the existence

Of the one whom you call God?

While some proclaim that they have every reason

To believe that man made God!

I have searched all my life to find a purpose;

Something to lend meaning to my actions.

In the end this search seems so pointless

Since every answer ends with a why.

Maybe I am meant to live and die in ignorance;

Should I even wonder why?

Even if your God told you the reason for existence,

How do you know it’s not a lie?

Could there ever be any peace without sadness?

Without pain even pleasure dies.

In this cruel world how could there be a purpose?

Are they just convenient lies?

I have searched all my life to find a purpose;

Something to lend meaning to my actions.

In the end this search seems so pointless

Since every answer ends with a why…

The Shadow

In the chill of a lonely night,

With neither the moon nor the stars in sight

I sink into the depths of the darkness that surrounds me.

The dark clouds blind the world,

Sneering, as the air around grows cold.

The cold sweat makes me shiver in a growing sense of fear.

Plunged into a morbid silence,

Cold sweat leaves my body tense.

Every breath I breathe a thunder rumbling aloud in my ear.

A shadow darker than black,

I stare at it as, at me, it stares back.

I fear what I see, yet what I see seems so familiar to me.

The shadow that I see,

I realize is but a reflection of me.

Across my glass soul, the shadow appears; a cold reminder of my deepest darkest fears.