Why?

Yet again
On my own
I count the stars in the sky
And wonder why

 

Why did God choose this
To be my torment
This to be my task?
To live life without you?

 

With you gone
I can do nothing
With you gone
I can't bear to breathe

 

Yet there's still
So much left to do
So much left to accomplish
I had hoped you'd be there with me

You stayed with me
When everyone else turned away
You laughed with me
When everyone else scorned and jeered

 

 

You were my heart's delight
You made me laugh and cry
For a brief time
All I cared about was you

 

 

Now you're gone
I don't know how to survive
When you stayed by my side
You made me better

 

 

But when you're gone
Now you're gone
There's nothing I could do
But break down

 

 

The pain is dull
But forever there
A gaping hole in my heart
A wound never healed

 

 

I can pretend to carry on
I can pretend to be strong
I can pretend your death is just
Yet another bump on the road

 

 

But none of it is true
My soul is withering
With longing to see you
To hear your voice again

 

 

But I wait for the right moment
After my tasks are done
After I earn my redemption
I would rejoin you in the skies

 

 

You were my salvation
You made the world seem bright
You were all that mattered
And yet now I'm all alone again

 

 

Yet again
On my own
I count the stars in the sky
And wonder why

 

 

Why?

 

 

Why?

 

 

 

Why?!

Author's Note

Yet another poem titled why. I know, I know. But at the moment, it seemed the most appropriate! :) So, how was it? I know some of you would say that some things are left unsaid, and I would say that's true. There's that feeling in the rage and grief of having everything taken away from you that I can feel and express but just not in words. I would rather not express it than do and mar it completely. :D You can imagine that last why as a sound half between screaming, yelling and crying. :)

Reviews

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*sighs* why? that's all i can say too when i have a situation in that sort of matter and then i go to the freezer to get ice-cream and there's none left!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and that's where i go into the last Why?! :P but no seriously i totally understand the feeling of not being able to express an feeling :) GREAT JOB!!!!!!!!!

[Eric Cox]

Excellent poem of sadness touched with beauty. Excellent job.

[Bruce Grimes]

There are some things that can only be expressed with a scream at the top of your lungs and the throwing of the glass across the room to be shattered on the wall as you fall to your knees and cry; pain is all too often one of the things. Phantom yet again written a very good phone and I grieve for whatever is causing you such pain.
Martex