Why is it

Why is it that some
Are attacked by illnesses unfair
Burdens of life
No one should have to bear

Diseases of mind
Illnesses that hurt to the core
Sickness of flesh
Till a person can take no more

Why is it that some
Only seem to seek out pain
Torture their soul
Till life seem to drive insane

Their way always finds
Fields of weeds, thickets of briars
The lake for some serene
Bring them only bogged mires

Why is it that some
When searching for life’s mate
Find what the seek
Only to have it turn to hate

Friend turns to love
Sharing of mind and heart
Open their soul
To have it pierced by a dart

Why is it that some
Only attract those that use
Until the have no need
Cast aside when they choose

Never will it be
There turn to feel so alive
Have something more
Do more than try to survive

Why is it that some
Feel that they are free to treat
Children and helpless
With only the souls of their feet

Abuse and despair
The only things they ever give
While taking away
The very will of others to live

Why is it that some
Are the only ones that deserve joy
The ones that behave
Others like the world is their toy

While those they use
Attend to their every care
In return to be treated
As if they are not even there

Why is to that some
Are denied even hope for a cure
More pills, more talks
And more pain seem to be sure

Only more blows
To beaten body and mind
While dreams of life
They can only watch unwind

Why is it that some
Only find another care
No one to share
The load help to bare

Why is it that some
Seem to fade into the mist
As they wonder why
They came to exist

Why is it that some
Never see that happily ever after
Could it be different
In the hereafter

Why is it that some



G - Aug 2009