Why Are We Here? Poem by White Tiger
Why Are We Here?
Why are we here?
I ask myself this question
Within my soul
There's an empty section
What is the meaning?
Of all this
Why do I feel like screaming?
Why do I feel like this?
I have no answer
I have no clue
I sometimes feel confused
With no idea, what to do
Why are we here?
I must voice my opinion
This is true hell
On the outskirts of oblivion.
C. Vergara
01.20.2015
I like the questioning within this poem. They are questions we all ask, and apparently unanswerable. The way the poem is written shows there is no expectation of an answer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 3:59:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I think this goes on in everyone's minds most days...good questions and so beautifully stated