Because I have to ask...

I wrote this poem a few months ago during one of those times we all experience where we keep asking "Why?" or some variation, and hear no response.

Question

Why is it that…?

Asked so many times

My teeth stick on the “is”

And my lips get bored, waiting

Why is it that…?

No answer sent back

Confusion settles down

To hold my hand, tightly

Why is it that…?

Curiosity might kill me

But apathy won’t let me live

Putting me to sleep, gently

Why is it that…?

Ring the clarity bell

And stop the mental clanging

So peace can breathe, deeply

Why is it that…?

Never stop asking

Seeking the true answer

Clearing the murky vision, finally