What A Riddle States
by Monica Hoppen
What A Riddle States
The pain is never going to end, is it?
A simple question no one can answer on behalf of my mind
Is the question too hard?
Or, as usual, you’re terrified
No one dare stand before me!
No one stands. I am truly alone.
It's frightening. There's no light in me. Who had the electricity to make me shine?
Who blew out his candle?
I’m withdrawn. Savage. A loose cannon
I’m supposedly meant to be in control, because that's all you know of me
Yet no ability of mine, could handle one simple question
I cause anger in but my unanswered question
A quiet tear fills my eye, like an ocean
A loud tear falls
A labyrinth of circles that end in sadness
A quiet tear screams
‘I can't answer this question!’
In what appears to be my unanswered question
Shamed with no direction, I reflect
‘How does one God dam situation detract from love?
Love that does not know my reason
Won't ever see them
Yet never needs to
I can't forgive them, for what I can't believe in
I'm at a loss
I'm expected to grieve them.
Published on the Writory Wall.