The Question...
By Domenta
they say writing is a way to release yourself
sometimes i question if this is true
i can write and write and write till my face is blue
but still sit here with the struggles of knowing the pain will still remain
but once again here i am writing
searching for a deeper meaning to the simple phrase
whats the point?
what is the point.........
is it love we share with others?
or the ignorance we tolerate to be around them
is it the sweet whispered lies spoken in our ear
that alowes us to rest our heads on the pillow at night?
i wonder?
for every word spoken is a misunderstanding of intention to our own reason
so what is the point?
such a heavy quesiton to sit and ask ones self
finding that meaning, that reason
when life itself is filled with so many lies and deception
im left to do nothing but ponder
what is it really worth fighting for?