Asking Why Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Heart strings being tugged by loss in life, so intrepidly
holding onto bittersweet memories throughout the years,
while tears fall rhythmically in measures of time.

Depths of sorrowful pain, hurting and hoping for an answer
to this thing called death, always asking why it has to
happen.

What makes it necessary to all of humanity, nothing seems
to make sense anymore now that you're gone for I have noth-
ing left to look forward to my dear, just always asking why.