Why?
Why is my mind torturing me?
What have I done
that raged it this much
to kill all the nerves
and all the feelings
each one held?
Why?
Why are you doing this?
Is there something you want to tell me?
A secret that lingers
on the end of your tongue,
that can’t seem to fall off.
Held by darkness
is that secret.
It’s kept from me
for a reason,
I believe,
for a purpose
far ahead,
thousands of miles away,
at the far end of the earth.
Perhaps I’ll see
the reason behind it one day,
hold your hand,
and thank you for your patience.
Your patience that stayed
in the worst of them all,
in the raging storms
and the brutal fall
that held me down,
in a sore body
that felt firm to the touch.
Why are you doing this?
An answer I’m waiting for.
Convince me
with a proper reason
why you’ve chosen to
demolish all these innocent minds.
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Author:
~c.y (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 27th, 2026 07:46
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
This poem well could be the devil's desired response from Job but no it seems a reflection. Well written
That's an interesting perspective. I see it more as reflection than giving in. I appreciate it!
Your speaks to me , well written. Your poem explores themes of suffering, the search for meaning, and the hope for eventual resolution and understanding. I don't we can ever get the answer?
Thank you, that really means a lot. I like that you picked up on those themes. I think part of the poem is exactly that uncertainty, not knowing if we’ll ever get answers, but still searching anyway.
You're so welcome, my friend. That's all we can do, too fine hope!
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