Why?

Why?

A Poem by Manda
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She asks why? Only wishing she knew the answer...

"
I wish I knew the answer
To why you had to go.

***

Why?
I ask...

Why did you do this to him
And not me?

Why did you have to end his life
And not mine?

Why did you make us say goodbye
For the last time

Why did he
Have to die?

I keep asking
Why?

***

I won't ever relive the day
I watched him die

Because...
It makes me cry

***

I'll never know why
He had to die

© 2010 Manda


Author's Note

Manda
Idk... just brought back a time in my life.... It might not be my best but it comes from the heart.

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you showed well your emotions in this piece , as always you did a good job

Posted 14 Years Ago


Oh. This is a very sad write. Its warms my heart. A Fine Job you have done here. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


and the emotions that your heart felt when you wrote this are felt in mine. good job :D

Posted 14 Years Ago


A heartfelt piece, and I can definitely feel that emotion.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Very sad, yes very very sad.

Posted 14 Years Ago


The very first stanza...I thought you were doing a poem on break-up. But this defiantely isn't about someone dumping their other half. Losing someone that meant alot to you, it's a hardship that, unfortunately, strikes those we care about the most and for no apparent reason.

Posted 14 Years Ago


this is a good one everyone has questions on why things happen. this is in our nature to ask.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Hmm...

Not best? You have the right to state this of course, and I judge mine the same. Yet, I know they are all... pieces of my self. Review if you will, times that are spent. In the real deal! You, Manda. Laughing, crying, peeing your pants in terror with the stuff of life. Right at your door. This piece, about a death. A closeness to the soul, all souls. You miss. The pissed off tragedy
of it all. All genuine.. and all.

You...

I believe you, here. I feel that pain, the anxious fear of looking in at stupid a*s death. The nights, you still recall and love... your friend!

It is straightforward caring. I love the format you use and, it really point to your true feelings. Given with Grace... hope for all that care for those suffering and close, to that all too unbelievable recourse. To end it!
Forget that. Hang on...

We love your presence even when we can't stand, your Bullshit!

I've said this to many people already and a friend point out. The [image] button in editing. Trip back an see, what I've done with it. I believe that you are entertaining the reader with all of you. Art I feel will help extend that feel. Let's take full use of our Artistic pursuits here on WritersCafe. Show other sites how we here ... DO IT! And, do it. Well. With flair, an taste...
Go Girl.
I like this composition. It's complete.

It's you Manda, nice. As I say to every one: Write on / Right on...
Romon on Review 05/14/10. Good read! ...Ro... Peace.

Posted 14 Years Ago


You tell it comes from your heart and thats what makes it even more profound. Nicely written.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Deep poem, this poem reminds me of the people that I lost and I was remembering.. it is normal feeling and it is normal to ask WHY? while we are down.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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