Why?

Why, seriously, where is it...

Why are you?

Leaving me behind..

The truth hurts 

My heart and it's arts

My body lifts up 

To the sky and beyond

Why? 

Why do we feel sadness?

Can't have a single day 

Without it on my soul

My heart breaks

While I break down 

To the floor

Nobody who can catch me 

Down there

The truth 

Is my beacon of light

I'm just trying to find it

Just trying to find it 

Just trying to find it

Where are you? 

( a little boy is walking on a field of grass. the Sunlight beaming in the feel, giving it warmths emotions) 

(The boy now changes, his a teen with his head down, dark clouds with rain sorround while he keeps walking) 

"The truth hurts..." 

"I haven't found nothing" 

"The weight of everything is over my shoulder" 

"Where is the truth?" 

"Where is it?" 

(The teen disappears in the torrents of water)

My heart brakes

The truth hurts

My body falls down

The seasons come down

Where is it?

Why do things like this have to happen?

Where is the real truth in this world?

Where is it? 

Where is it.....

Reviews

[Tom McRoberts]

A lot of promise here. The short lines, lightly put almost feel as though they are wandering. Wandering/wondering. Great stuff, keep it up!

[Cool Girl]

This was awesome! Amazing job :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if we find the truth, even if it does hurt, it will eventually bring us the peace we long for.

[closed]

I enjoyed the rhetorical set-up

it works well for this style of poem

posing those questions that even the smartest ponder over


a really good write


-Dream