Why? Poem by Max D. Hornbogen

Why do we fight over things that are not there? If I were in your shoes, would you like to feel the same way as I? Over many times, I have listen to you. But now all I hear is nothing, this black cloud above me is raining really hard. I can hear the sounds of footsteps walking closer to me. And the voices are getting to my head. (I can't stand this any more)

So everything is clear as can be. What just happened to me?

Am I standing on the ground? Because I feel like I am flying

This open sky is open; no one else is up here. Just only me.

I can feel you from a million miles away. Even I can hear you from here.

There is so many faces and so many people that I love.
I know that they’re in my heart forever in time.
So this is my goodbye, for now.

August 5th
2009
Max D. Hornbogen