What Is Life Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I sold my soul, not knowing the full extent of what I've done.
I wondered the street blind, deaf and dumb.
Committing suicide with the words I spoke.
Not truly living life. Impatient. Searching for something I had the whole time.
I Rose in seniority on a list before it was my time to go.
The good deeds gone to waste. The sights. The faces I'll never see again.
I paid a visit to my grave realizing the flowers that laid upon my tombstone, not knowing what I've done.
I called to the lord to receive no response.
Alone, forlorn. Never truly knowing anything outside of what I've read in books
Mass media programed inside of each televison I watched.
My skin was cold, longing only for warmth.
My reflection through the windows of the cars that passed was no longer the same. Pale, No glare left in my eyes to shine. I no longer recognized myself.
At that moment I found the true meaning of what it was to be alone.
I decided to crash my own funeral. Turning to scripture for a answer.
Seeing the heads hung low.
The eyes that wept beyond my control.
The Friends I thought I'd never see again. My parents, My family.
Again I called to the lord and received no answer
I broke down and cried like I've never cried before.
Constantly calling, begging for an answer.
Realizing in full what I've done. Looking upon my body in that casket.
That unforgiving bronze box.
At that moment I knew the full extent of love