Why - Poem by Benjamin Goudberg
I dont understand
Why is it some live to fly?
And yet others are doomed to die.
Why is it the good people are hurt?
And the unjust are unharmed?
Why is it I am put through my hell now?
And others find themeselves carefree.
Why is it there is no end in sight?
And the end doesnt justify the means.
Where is this going?
And am I a part of it.
Where have I gone wrong?
And deserved this maybe...
Where do I look to for guidance?
And will I find comfort and solace.
How will it all end?
And why must it be.
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