Purpose?

Did someone say Porpose? Sea dweller with a stout snout? Or am I so sleep deprived I am hearing things again? Does a Zombie serve a role? Comic relief? Once I went to a reception to read, but since I only have poetry published And the audience was thick novel readers I bowed out Stood and played angel to a friend Not a bad way to begin, again I sometimes think my only reason to arrive Is so someone else isn't in line alone Like I am God's answer to moral support But I am not vain or concieted or immodest I don't know the Lord's true thoughts Like anyone else I can only guess Or read between the lines of the Bible Poetry Serenity soothing But the questions The doubt? Remains