Why ?
Why is my heart pierced with pain, did you have to take me away?
My feet were firmly rooted, among trees of green, where the earth did pray.
I cannot control this hell, like I would a symphony.
I search in vain for an epiphany.
My baton has become a drumstick.
What kind of metaphor is this, like an ice cream I am licked?
What ails this weeping soul I cannot tell?
Golden memories have sunk deep in a well.
The fortune tellers palm is crossed with silver.
But no solace could she deliver.
Please let me go, send me home or I will die.
Let me fall one more time from the azure sky.
F/N: The first line is slightly different than published, correcting an error, one of many on my part, not Myna's. It was my primary intention to attempt titling and starting this series of poems with the word 'WHY?', wherever possible.
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Why? PoetsPub 2021 Achievement Hunter Challenge
PoetryCompilation of submissions to @PoetsPub Summer 2021 Challenge.
