I Wonder
Why do I always torture myself,
writing about things bad,
every time I sit to think a little,
all I feel is sad.
Was my life that bad?,
am I just bitter and scorned?,
why do I find it easier,
to write about thing gone wrong?.
Though my life may not be fulled with joy,
still I am content,
I sort of understand the reasons now,
it's all part of a bigger plan.
Still I struggle to write of things,
that would bring people much joy,
it's just not in my nature I guess,
to write things that make people smile.
Still I ponder,
why I write the way I do,
Snap!!!
Maybe it's the only way,
to get my message through...
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Copyright © Murray Mahauariki | Year Posted 2012
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