• Life

    Poem Commentary

    I've been asking this question for years, finally got around to putting it into a poem.


    Still alone and I don't know why,
    I've stopped seeking answers to come from on high.
    I want to move on but no matter how I try,
    I end each day asking the question, why?

    On a dock by the lake, o'er head the blue sky,
    unlike the geese away I'll never fly.
    Only wanting to say my final goodbye,
    yet I carry on, and just don't know why.

    So beaten and torn I can no longer cry,
    each new failure met with a familiar sigh.
    "This too shall pass," is a horrific lie,
    yet still I go on, someone please tell me why?

    Some tell me the end of the world draweth nigh,
    through waves of regret must the ship of life pligh.
    Fate pulls us through with a grin that is sly,
    marooning us on the shore, still asking why?

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    kalel’s Poems (28)

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    I Have No Cheese: An Ode to the Lactose Intolerance. 0
    I will Not be Defeated 0
    Death, Repression and the Pursuit of Misery 0
    First Light 0
    The Pity of The Meek 0
    Depression 0
    WHY! 0
    Who's Running the Human Race 2
    Live the Illusion 0
    Invisible Children 0
    My Muse is Pissing me Off 2
    Not a Day Goes By 1
    Bitter Pill 3
    Self explanitory 1
    Killer Robots and Romance 1
    Fear 1
    How Much I Need You 1
    Without You 0
    Purified 0
    When We Were Children 1
    They Fell (September 11th) 0
    Release 1
    Like the Dying of Stars 2
    After you are Gone 2
    Drift Wood 1
    Your Choice 2
    Swimming Lessons 2
    Promise 2