The Reason for my doing,
created because of the wants and needs
of my soul...
My needs lie in the shadows beyond shadows,
allowing my wants to run rampid.
My reasons are viewable,
still the lens remain unfocused.
Life demands a reason for my doings,
Yet, Life displays no mercy when I come up short with no answers.
...and still, Life continues to question...
and for that reason,
I continue to do...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Nice sentiments. Well crafted.10 kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.