Monday, July 4, 2011

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.


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

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