Poems

Questions, Futile and Unanswered

Boys, eyes gaunt and unlit, leave one by one

I, myself, stand on the rain

I stare up into the grey sky as faceless people blend into a mindless body of one

I glance up to the grey clouds as rain, colder than ice, strokes my skin

I ask it why

I ask the clouds, the sky, and whoever is listening..

Why?