Purpose

Brandon Elliott
I speak of being lonely,
yet my thoughts are clouded with purpose.
My dreams, left to salivate underneath my tongue.
Afraid of what I might say to hurt you.
My feelings have been frozen.
Warmth is not allowed,
possibly for the sole purpose of
just finding a greater one, itself.
But my future is uncertain.
Only time will tell,
how worthless I will become,
and how many times I will let you down.
With me, you will fall far,
Although, certainly not on purpose.

Published by Brandon Elliott

17 Years Young // Writer // Intelligent // Knowledge-Seeking // Poetic Because I Can Be // twitter.com/brandonrofl // brandoniswrite.com //  View profile

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  • Geannie M. Bastian2/16/2009

    Hope things brighten up a bit for you, nice poem.

  • R. Elizabeth C. Kitchen (Rose)2/10/2009

    Nicely Written :)

  • nutuba2/10/2009

    This is a wonderfully written poem!

  • Jennifer Wagner2/10/2009

    You seem so sad lately. But your writing is still terrific. CHIN UP!

  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA2/10/2009

    nicely done.

  • L.L. Woodard2/9/2009

    Great thoughts expressed here.

  • Tracy DeLuca2/9/2009

    And another thought provoking and very good poem from you, Brandon!

  • CJ Mathis2/9/2009

    An apology before it begins interesting.

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