I listen and I hear them question “Why Me??”
I overhear the way they think things should be, These are emotions I just do not feel, My feelings on this I know are so real.
It’s a phrase I have truly never believed,
Something my mind just will not conceive, Something I feel is really not fair, The thought alone is more than I bear.
I hear conversations of anger inside,
I see the emotions they don’t try to hide, I think to myself “am in denial?” I question why I don’t feel the trial.
I know I don’t ever wonder “Why Me?”
I know why I don’t ever want it to be, For if I did I would be wishing the pain, On somebody else and to me that’s insane. Knowledgeable take on Life* Special feelings on Question Artistic poem on Why?
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When u came I wondered why When u spoke I wondered for what When u smiled I wondered with a WOW When u got angry I wondered what happened When u wrote I sat and read When u said I
As I write as I type as I wonder as to why I think about the thoughts that are passing by Like clouds above the winds has moved Blowing strong and growing cold as fall is almost through A gusty
When a song for you sings my mouth why the stars start twinkling at night when cold waves blow from the south why the moon hug the stars very tight When I search you in the rock caves why candle
For a messenger of lies I lay down the script. A kick starts the game. I am the only visitor to the gallery. Kamasutra suicide displayed was a way of expression of a revolt against honour killing of your own
Why did God make many men? I ask people when They question ” You are not him Bringing brightness in the dim. ” I protest and say, “I will walk a new way. ” “A NEW WAY”, they retort “Will