Why

Can anybody tell me why I'm here, Amidst so many people, yet alone? Why can't I seem to shed a single tear Nor even find in me that mournful groan? Why can such hope be snatched from in my grasp And why did I believe that this would be? Why didn't such a thing release its clasp So long ago, when truth was shown to me? Can someone please explain to me the reason Why I persist in playing at this game Of imitating life? Is this the season To start again or end? Is it the same? I don't know why it had to go this way But I need you if I'm to live another day.

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The Situation

Date: 5/26/2012 2:56:00 AM

i can tell you enjoy crying becaused crying touches something divine. don't worry i'm one to. but looking for the tears that were there. sometimes i write and they appear. of listen to that certian tone in the song that i know is God. either way. we live to find that thing between piece and tears. and we have to move on. T. S.

Aimee Garside

Date: 5/25/2012 11:31:00 AM

A very interesting poem you have written here. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful piece with us. Well done!