What the Hell?
A poem depicting the frustrating paradox of life
It feels like I've been around the world a million times
In search of something that I cannot find
But I've never left the borders of my land
I feel more frantic as the days go by
To find the answer to the question "Why?"
Yet the more I know the less I understand
I feel worn out chasing bubbles in the sky
I've not one to hold no matter how I try
For the moment they are touched they disappear
I feel weary with the battle against pain
Putting band-aids on a bleeding heart again
And smiling at a world that's crushed by fear
I feel like I've been wandering in a mist
Reaching out for something that I've missed
It seems so near and yet I cannot tell
I feel I've lost all faith in joyful song
And promises to right whatever's wrong
Don't brag to me of Heaven while I'm in hell
It seems the darkness stole a part of me
It hides in shadows where I cannot see
I'm told to leave those pieces in the past
How can you have the whole without the parts?
What bond will ever mend the broken hearts?
And fill the soul with endless peace at last
It feels like I've been starving at a feast
Afraid to lift the knife and face the beast
For I have been afflicted by its hate
I feel like I've been racing against time
On a treadmill that goes nowhere on a dime
And you cannot be early nor too late
Yes, it seems this world I've circled round and round
In search of something that cannot be found
Yet I've never left the borders of my mind
It seems my thoughts will never find the end
And that answers are always just beyond the bend
And you cannot change what is nor be resigned
