David Lessard


Why?


the day is bright, outside the sun is shining,
the clouds are nowhere in sight,
so, why should I, be pining?
I'm pining because my love has fled,
inside, I feel an ache, dull and dead;

she left because I yelled her name,
in such a way, she thought I was insane.
but I'm meek and mild-mannered, like Clark Kent,
until I find, that all my money's spent;
until I discover that she has lied,
until I feel my brain has died.

she was a love that quickly stole my heart,
now she's a memory that tore my life apart;
a ghost that comes and goes with pain,
and things are never, quite the same again.

a specter of a song once heard,
that now seems foolish and absurd;
a melody that plays inside one's head,
when the outer shell of life is dead.

the day is bright, there's not a cloud in sight,
but I am fractured into pieces, not quite right;
because I lost a love, I thought would never die,
and I am left with the old age question...why?

Submitted: Thursday, August 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 16, 2013

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  • Veteran Poet - 2,584 Points Patricia Grantham (8/22/2013 8:58:00 AM)

    The question that is mostly asked all the time is why? We don't always
    have the answer but we know that when we try our best then we only
    have to wait. Good things will come to those who wait. Try reading my
    poem If We Ever Meet Again. Better to have loved and lost than not
    at all. A nice write. (Report) Reply

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