editing
okay, if you're on for the ride, hang on tight...it could be a long one.
droplets of nightfall
puddle on the concrete
to make room for
the day ahead
and i wonder as i
sit alone again
with the person i wish i could be beside me
why
things are the way they are
and have to be
who said they had to
who ordained
them as such
and so
some unclaimed deity
a sense of
pious divinity
overwhelmes me
with its response
like thunder
in a series of
silent storms
it seems no one
whether simply divine
or divinely simple
shall ever understand
the why.
droplets of nightfall
puddle on the concrete
to make room for
the day ahead
and i wonder as i
sit alone again
with the person i wish i could be beside me
why
things are the way they are
and have to be
who said they had to
who ordained
them as such
and so
some unclaimed deity
a sense of
pious divinity
overwhelmes me
with its response
like thunder
in a series of
silent storms
it seems no one
whether simply divine
or divinely simple
shall ever understand
the why.