Why is the dark so much closer than the light.
Why is something we want, we have to fight.
Why is the sun so far away.
Why doesn’t, why doesn’t it stay?
Why is the pain always there.
Why are they happy, it’s never fair.
Why am i always so very sad.
Did i do something, something so bad?
Why is there always a sort of kind of blue.
Why is it nothing, nothing to do.
Why can’t i be ever so splendour.
I need to do something, i need to surrender.
Why is the path always so long.
Why can’t i sing such a happy song.
Why are they always so mean.
Something’s funny, I’m not very keen.
Why can’t i be oh so plain.
Why can’t i be something, something so sane.
All i can ask is ever so simple.
So won’t you hear me say.
Why?
Oh god that’s terrible, I got bored..
Gumpy
3 comments
Gumpy
LOL Pretty bad
Gumpy, this really is not bad. I believe that poetry is the yearnings of the soul put into words. Just being able to express these thoughts is really helpful.
I liked it.