Purpose

poetry by D.e.e.L 2014

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sometimes i wonder
what makes others happy
other times i wonder about my own
happiness
no matter if i’m writing essays
or novels
poems, articles, reviews
i’m happy
what is it about creation
that gives someone purpose

you create a house because it is your job
yet you love putting up the walls
you love meetings in a high rise
coffee at seven
because it is purpose
sitting without purpose gives regret in return
perhaps words are a means to fight regret
purpose is a sharpened sword
ink some sort of means to a trophy
or perhaps it’s just love
the love of creation
the love of purpose

the ink spills and covers the words
hours of written bliss
gone
the only response
is to right it all again
and experience the happiness a second time

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