The Wonders of Why

life poem

Life Poem

There she was,
Looking for a way out.
She didn’t know she was looking,
But there was help on the way.

She asked for help of her maker
Before the answer was placed on her bench.
She did what she felt was her due,
Took her time in her revenge
Gave her all in those few days.

She did that against her good book,
Giving little respect to its message,
But it was in her mind to overlook
Only she could fix the years of age.

Now she lives in her pain,
Fighting against her first,
In the name of her three.
Only time can give them
The answers she once sought,
the wonders of why.

She now resides in the thought
Of the wonders of why.
She lives in a blunder
As she cries to sleep
In her wonders of why,
Lost finding that answer asked for.

Taking on another
in belief it was her answer,
Now, she feels incomplete.
This, far from that glamour dream.

She turnsĀ into a road of potholes,
Unaware of the way reality would turn,
Was this her answer or just her sinkhole?
Those wheels Wondering, ‘Why continue to burn?’



photograph by Saso Tusar

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Thomas DeAngelo

This is a writer of modern poetry and an inspiring writer. Residing in the lower Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania where he enjoys reading, writing and is his spare time hiking. He has been writing since the 1980's with expectations of being published. The words that flow by ink are the defeats and enjoyments of the life lived in the years that accompanied the mind of a writer that measured his time recognizing the passions of surrounding people.

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