WHY?

By: Dominic Dyes

Genre: Melancholic

As I arose from this searing slumber, sulking faintly,
Pondering the mistakes of my blistering blunders,
Broken greatly,
Quickly lingering questions, my soul outnumbered,
Wondering, why?
Why would we want to do this?
To give up eternal life?
To walk in a wicked bliss, death,
I said in a dreary darkness.

Lately, engulfed by the black abyss,
Stately, taking tall steps into the vast nothingness known as my distress.

As like a tree planted by the river, still and majestic,
Yet no man come hither, for as a snake slithers,
Despair delivers, chaotic and loud thoughts differs,
Bringing that a man, folly, or beast would quiver at the sound and sight of a silent but eerie night,
A darkness overtaking the might, right at the height of seeing a bright light in sight, overwhelming joy, but then feelings of blight, hopelessness.

I'm in a plight.
Should I run, or should I stand up and fight?
Do I give up the one and say I'm done, or do I take what's left and make it right?

But how?

Maybe there's a greatness in all of us, for as long as we are filled with life.
For gently pivoting can be difficult, often forgetting that sitting can be a crucial part to getting

That greatly wounded is the man who is alive but not living,
Grasping onto happiness, yet short of Thanksgiving.

Vitriolic is the nature of man from the very beginning.
Yet, I hear the crowd shouting in my head, their voices of thunder, so unforgiving.