Why, Life Why Poem by James Bonga

Why?

In this errant where judgement and curiosity reigns,
Lured into looking just above issues of others,
We tent always to overstep the real world,
But why should we be oversteered to assumption,
Life why?

My skin peeling off, emotionally disoriented,
Oh unpleasant feeling, physically suffering,
My body flushing out, inner turmoil advancing,
Oh high temperatures, galling side effects,
I sit on my troubles shivering with no help.

Friends went away drugs took part of me,
Dead inside bones exposed on the out,
He saviors' me when am dazed,
Can they judge even when am drunk,
Only until they step on the burning coal am standing.

A stake of normalcy gives itself in,
Way too slightly soaring deep in me,
An imaginable sweet looking paradise flushes over,
When nothing hurts and matters anymore to a broken soul,
I look at the skies darkness and smile,

Oddly not accesing, essential like food,
I don't think it hurts anymore, I will not be ill,
Asking from them makes it more worse,
They smile back and murmur the same words they said,
He's broken again.