Every Destination Has A Purpose Poem by Mark Heathcote

My life has been a black hole.
But every destination has a purpose.
And now, as I'm getting older
And always a little more forgiving.
This sack of sin doesn't want these lights to go out.

I don't want these lights to fade.
Yes, every destination has its purpose.
Every star in the universe on the horizon
Must -have at least one place it can be seen.
Must -have at least one heartbeat beating - dreaming.

But there are still days and days.
I wake up to a black sun.
Waiting for death to take my hand
And guide me blindly, but now I succinctly
Guess, I am aware I'm trying to cling, trying to hang on.