Trying Times

Trying Times

Why cry
Tear ducts are dry
Silently weeping
Efforts wasted
All around
Every step
Evil doesn’t stop
Just want to move on
Pay the dues
Walk away
Too ignorant
Battles external, internal
Problems all around
Commitments
Obligations
Any effort
All efforts
Fruitless
We go through the motions
Without knowing the purpose
Most of us shouldn’t be
Most of us shouldn’t have been
What good is intelligence?
If the acts don’t match up
We live, we breathe
But for what purpose
Take a moment, stop
Search and seek
In the hour of hopelessness
We look to the heavens
Reaching out, with our eyes
Hoping to reach, to touch
Someone, beyond our understanding
As if by a miracle
Our pains will dissolve
Oh so lost, with the eyes welling up
Looking in desperation
For a reason and resolve.