Why

why so much pain
why the hurting of the heart

why did we forget the start
why is it that i am not afraid to die
but i am afraid to cry

why the dreams
why the voices who scream
why can no one tell us what it means

why the story at all
why build such thick walls

why the dances
why the empowering chances
mirrored off bittersweet romances

why do i feel so little
why does the world feel so brittle
why the hopes of the crippled

why the fragile thoughts
why the wars that are fought

why the hunger of the thirsty souls
why the warmth after the cold

why the cool breeze that whispers
why the silent moments
that have left mental pictures

why do I feel the hope of angels
why the sudden love
why no action when push comes to shove

why the cold fear through my veins
why the rush when changing lanes
why the ache as it rains

why do the stars make my heart sigh
why do i get the greatest lie

why the bubbling of a gentle brook
why the hurricane winds that have me shook
inking scars into the book

why is life a drug and we the addicted
why is a poet's heart inflicted

why are there tears in my eyes
why the bitter highs
As i listen to the children cry