Why?

I weep at night,
I say to my self, Why?
Why All the fighting?
Why all the death?

I pass though the day,
Thinking to my self, Why?
Why all the crime?
Why all the hate?

I stare at the ceiling,
Wondering, Why?
Why should there be life if death is to follow?,
Who knows?




Poetry by Blake ashleigh
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Written on 2009-12-02 at 00:18

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