a poem, oh a poem
what shall I write
if I am to write at all.

about me?
about you?
what’s the difference  ?

about life?
about death?
i can’t seem to tell them apart

about love
about hate
it’s not so black and white

why write at all
one might ask
as they stumble through life
begging for the answers
while cursing the questions.

why even bother
one  might ask
as they stare into the
abyss of their laptop screen
in the lonely stillness of the night.

what is it all for
one might ask
as the pain swallows them up
stubbornly refusing to   regurgitate
whats left.--------------


why?,
you ask....

sorry, i can't help you with that one