One Word

It seems this question so long asked, Still lingers to this day. Something that I ask myself, Why time just fades away. Fly to the stars with wings so scarred, I must rise or will descend. I tell the pain 'please go away', But it is my best friend. When can the truth be so well known, Yet be so full of lies? Darkness a thing I speak of much, Life's darker through my eyes. Will I one day wake and see, Not hold my head in shame? And realize the serpent skies could guide me through this rain. This hope builds strength within me, The miracles never cease. Intertwined in this game of life, I play it, or it plays me. Long is the road, and without time, This hill is much too steep. The water is too cold to swim, The forest much too deep. Clouds block the stars that guide my way, But fear I do not feel. Even during better times, I wonder what is real. So many times I ask myself, Why do I run away? What I've built, built so strong, Now cannot break these chains. To who I am, what I've become, For everything I've known. The truth lies open like a book, Impassive, cold, alone. These shattered pieces of this life, I've tried to put together. And as of late I realize, Will take longer than forever. I have learned to hate myself, And wonder why I'm sad. The tighter that I hold my grasp, So quickly falls the sand. This question that I've so long asked, For so long in my mind. It is but one single word, That word is simply 'Why?'. Written June 30th, 1998 © on Nov 04 2001 07:25 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1