Purpose? !

Why am I here?
Why do I have
to stay alive?
Why can't I have
each minute
of my
left to live
Life?
Taken.
Purified.
Simplified.
Wrapped.
Sent then, to the
very needy ones.
How many are those
who could make
happiness flow
if only could
be kept
alive
for
a
minute
more? !

poem by Elena Sandu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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