Why? Poem by francis e.rudy

why am i so
much the way i am

i love you
but, say and do foolish things

and laugh in the face
of what sorrow brings

i'd like to write
about it, while the birds sing

but someone always comes around
to disturb any peace i've found

my words disapear
like the wind

like the dust, as i get off the bus
on the other side of town

i enjoy good food
but, can't eat a bite

my love is gone
my god! , it's going to be a long night!