What's the Use?
A Poem Questioning the Purpose of Suffering
What's the use of smiling,
With no reason left to grin?
What's the use of laughing,
When there's no light left within?
What's the use of talking,
When there's no one left to hear?
What's the use of hiding,
When it's everything you fear?
What's the use of loving,
When all you can get is hate?
What's the use of praying,
When at last you've lost your faith?
What's the use of crying,
When there's no one left to help?
What's the use of feeling,
When just sorrow can be felt?
What's the use of learning,
Things that you already know?
What's the use of running,
When there's nowhere you can go?
What's the use of giving,
When all you can get is strife?
What's the use of living,
With no reason left for life?
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
Keep reading
More stories from Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments (1)
This makes me feel so alone.