2008-08-07

Why?



Why do we hurt those we love most of all?
Letting them suffer alone in darkness of fall

Why do we esacpe from an empty hall?
Hidding our feelings behind a frosen wall

Why is our world getting fuzzy and small?
As a horse bitten by a snake in a stall

Why do we leave them suddenly as a squall?
With broken sails let them gradually to fall

Why can't we protect them under a shawl?
When book of destiny is written so scrawl

Why don't we go back and recall
How does life end, a corpse wrapped in a pall

Squall = sudden violent winds
Scrawl = poor hand writting
Thrall = the state of being under control of another person

/Henrik Halmstrand 2008-08-07 Stockholm

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