Why?

Turn back the clock.
Be precise. Be exact.
To that split second.
If only…..

I ask my Lord.
Questions…..
I wait, my Lord.
For answers…..

There is a reason.
What is it?
A season for everything.
Yes, but why?

Happiness is fleeting.
A burst of joy.
A minute of laughter.
For a moment, peace.

Then, suffering continues.
There is pain and hurt.
Sadness doesn’t go away.
It is wrapped in a coat.

Surrounded and stiffled.
Depression hasn’t left.
It pops up uninvited.
Everything bright goes dark.

Again I ask my Lord.
Questions…..
Not aloud.
I ask… I wait…

By C.E. Pereira
(4-5-2019)

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