Ignorance Poem by Scarlett Charlotte

My addiction, loathsome craving
Plagues my heart with wanton yearning
My addiction, lonesome, frozen
Is the need to keep on learning

Can I but sit and hear the thunder
Or just gaze upon the sky?
Never, Dear, my mind asunder
Oh Creation! How and why?

All around me- Beauty, splendour.
The weathered bud, the pallid due.
But why does frost bite down in winter.
I could rest - If just I knew.

Why did not God - in all his glory-
Perfect his greatest masterpiece
Before he moved to mass production?
And now the questions never cease.