A dangling question on silent breath,
which hangs deaf in air receiving no reply.
It simply fades slowly away – “why”?
and leaves behind sorrow one cannot deny.
A threadbare cloak on weary shoulders
which fails to offer warmth or ample cover.
It simply hangs about the heart – “Why”?
and its weight continues uselessly to hover.
A chilling winter breeze upon bare flesh
bringing the wish for warmth to shaking hands
It simply chills to the very core – “Why”?
and offers still no answer, just relentless demands.
A blood-curdling scream into night like pitch
which shatters silence as peace ripped asunder.
It simply echos unanswered – “Why”?
and from the heart and soul joy is it’s plunder.
Karen Quinn 2003 – 2013