bruised at home

the world weighs a ton when you ask why.
too many unanswered questions spinning away purpose.
suddenly the weight is lifted.
lifting, easing, floating, looming, mocking.
the vacancy it leaves is worse.
now love is just a dream,
and hopes are only wishes.
becoming desperate for a clout,
you search for a fist to eat.
bruised and homeward bound,
its all here waiting.
the weight stole your sight, dont you see?
it never really left, it was just being held up
by the answer,
the purpose.