Purpose

He once had purpose, Before the fall.. Although.. he didn't always have it. Most of his life lacked something, creating this empty feeling inside. No activity, friendship or addiction; could fill such a void. That was her greatest gift.. She gave this boy a purpose, some sort of meaning or goal. To protect, provide and love her... This one purpose filled the void, connecting the bridge.. between him staying this young boy and becoming a true man. A true shining rarity on this grey Earth. Yet.. after years of gaining meaning and substance in his character.. It was ripped from his grasp. A flame had never been snuffed in such a manner. No sign of smoke or heat.. as he fell cold. Silent yet screaming. His cheeks dry but weeping harshly. The air suffocates him. No longer a boy without purpose. Now appearing as a man, but truthfully only a shell. Made up of shattered pieces, held together.. against his will.