A Question Burned Within Me

A question so ingrained,
entwined within me it burns.
To my core this reality haunts me.

How have I live this long with such darkness in my heart?
With such a vicious nature.
My life has been nothing but violence, and scorn.

I am hollow,
without a soul,
without a love to truly call mine.

Why am I a soul with no goal?
No path,
no light to guide me?

I am lost,
and this question echoes through my mind.
As I walk this endless path.

Why have I not found meaning?
I am lost,
forgotten in this world.
And as I wander that question burns.

Hey. I do like your poem. I think it is good, but I don't really like how it changes style half way through. It is a good idea, but if you are going to change styles, make it completely differently, or the same, not half way in between. But thats just what I think. There is probably someone else who thinks the opposite of what I say, but that's because it is just the way I think.

But it is a good poem. Keep writing, what you did is most likely better than most of the stuff I do.

haha thanks. this how i write though. some poems change gears. it propels a different message.