"Why?"

I can't really explain this one. It started out about the question why, but it turned into so much more.

“Why?”

This is the question I hear,

from voices and souls so dark and drear,

It is sometimes spoke in harsh tones,

and sometimes in terrified whispers,

 

sometimes it is said in blind anger,

a scream or a shout,

but it is always ringing out,

the day shall come that the sun suddenly goes out,

 

they shall ask why,

that is,

before they die,

and they will wonder and wonder and think that God has cursed them,

though he has always strived to be their friend,

 

I see no point in continuing on,

or asking why,

I do feel inner pain and I cry,

but I never ask why,

I ask when,

 

"When did these things happen?"

The spread of the pain and the noise,

the growing discomfort as I was slowly stripped of my joy,

but I don’t know when or why,

and I doubt I ever will,

 

I shall simply sit in silence,

among the hill,

now all of you,

peace,

be still,

 

for there is always hope I suppose,

even in short supply,

that is a passage inscribed deeply in my mind,

there is a hope for love and light,

and even truth hidden behind the lies,

hope is a song,

a song that should be played from the highest point,

so that all the downtrodden shall hear it and feel a little joy,

all should hear the melody of hope,

even as they ask why.

Author's Note

Did this poem make you feel any emotion? If so, which ones?