Why
This poem came about after the death of my grandfather. It was the first time in my life that I felt pain after losing something I loved, so I put pen to paper and came up with this.
Why is something you love taken above.
Why are we left, left in sorrow,
Why is it the same tomorrow.?
Why do we forgive but not forget,
Why do we regret.
Why do we remember the good times that have been shared,
Why do we remember every word.
Why do we look towards the light,
Why do we cry in bed alone at night.
I don’t know why, but we get the answers from the sky.
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