Why?

Why is everything so blinding,
So inevitably sharp?
Why do images of hope
Pierce the center of my heart?
Why do I feel left behind
Like the world has run ahead?
Why do I feel broken
Like tools left in a shed
Why do I question?
For the answer I hear not
Why do words
Tie my tounge in a knot?
Why do I care?
Then again, why don’t I?
Why does life make me smile
But in turn make me cry?
Why do I see the world fuzzy?
Almost faded, emptied of hope
Why does it then seem clear?
Washed with purest soap
As I look towards the sun
Falling from the sky
I ask that simple, fatal question
The most powerful question
Why?

Why?

Arlachkey  Gnick

Washington Township, United States

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