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"Better Left Unanswered"

by F.E.B.


I sit by the window,
Staring at the sky,
Wondering "Why?"

And the clouds give no answer.
I walk in the woods,
Talking to the trees
Asking them "Why?"

And the leaves whisper nothings.

I lay in my bed,
Muttering to the dark,
Murmuring "Why?"

And the shadows keep that secret.

I rush past the images,
Lurking in my mind,
Screaming out "Why?"

They tell me.

"Because."

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last modified 3 July 1999