Y

of all the letters of the alphabet
it is you

that has never been satisfied with an answer
the questioning mind
uses you like

there is nothing more important in this world
except an explanation

always searching for the reasons
and justifications

always asking
if it is worth it

if this really matters
if this is really true

and guilt ridden you stumble upon a stone unturned,

blood stained the knife that fooled your hand:

why?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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