Sometimes We Search For Answers

Sometimes we search for answers
That we can not find
So cryptic and puzzling
And justifiably unkind
Pain and darkness rears its ugly head
This is quite the mystery
Such confusion and frustration
With lots of lost souls in misery

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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