Why
Why?
A part of my soul is gone
dead, lying in a sea of doom
When he took his own that day
he also took a part of mine
So, I searched on how to tie a knot
for if he was gone so was I
But, leaving this earth and others behind
was not the solution of mine
Yet, I sit here day after day
night after night
Wondering what I could have done,
could I have made a difference?
But, realizing I was not the solution
I was the answer to the question....
Why?
Holly Moore
August 2012
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