Why Me?
he was too young
to see the world the way he did
all his scars came
from the hands that used to hold him
and the one who wiped his tears
now causes them to fall
but he didn't complain
he just took the pain
and added it to the burden on his back
and when he was about to crack
he said
God, why me?
when he was on his knees
pleading with the Lord
I've done nothing wrong
but I live in misery
they say be strong
but I know something else
will just come along
so God, why me?
as he grew up
the little girl from down the street
became his only friend
but her darkness grew too deep
and she drank her way
into a forever sleep
all he managed to say
was God, why me?
years and years went by
and as an old married man
sitting on his front porch looking at the sky
he finally got an answer to his prayer
Although at times he had to crack
and let the weight slip from his back
he said
God, I know why me
as he got down on his stiff knees
because all my suffering
has lead me to right here
and the things I hold most dear
God, I pushed through
I'm ready to come home to you
thank you for helping me see
why me
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.