Why is the grass so hard against my frozen feet?
Why is the light of the stars so far away?
Why are the tree's branches bare and broken?
Why must things be this way?
Why I ask you, am I in pain?
Why I beg of you, am I so alone?
Why does the moon seem to fade away?
Why must things be this way?
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Midnight Poetry
PoetryThese are poems I have written in the middle of the night. Some are sad and some are silly, but all come from the heart.
