I Keep Asking Why
Date: October 1,2015
Why am I to have this soul
That burns so true and bright
Yet, seeks the call of passion
That only flames at night
To love with such devotion
Defies all common sense
When the gain is just hypocrisy
That leaves me broken, spent
Why do I have this yearning
To hang on every line
When I know that in the dawning
There’s nothing there to find
When whispers turn to ashes
They scatter with the wind
As sunrise lights the shadows
It’s cold against my skin
Why do I search for castles
Out in the moonlit sky
Where stars rain down like arrows
To cut my hopeful eyes
When moonbeams shine with promise
And night winds softly call
I’m lulled into a fantasy
With no one to break my fall
Why do I have this heart
That beats through thick and thin
Still holding out for sincerity
Still clinging to pretend
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