WHY?

Sometimes I look

Up into the sky

Thinking and wondering

Then asking "Why?"

Why can't I fly

Up, up and away?

It would be much easier

Than facing today.

Why do I do

The things I do?

If I didn't

Would I be with you?

Why do all

The stars shine down

Yet, no brightness

In me is found.

Why can't I grab

One tiny star

To brighten my life

Without getting charred?

Empty

While cleaning out some of my junk drawers I ran across some old poems I had written; here is one of them.

Living but not alive

A body without a soul

Once grain of rice

In a very large bowl.

Walking around

In an empty shell

Does anyone know?

Can anyone tell?

Not really sleeping

But yet, not awake

A soul is what

The body can't make.