There’s nothing left

I think I will ask God

 

“Why?”

for the rest of my life.

 

And never,

Will I ever come to understand it.
 

Even if God Himself ,

came to me to tell me the reason.


 

I don’t think I would accept it.
 

 

Some lives are too hard to bare,

And with great love,

 comes great pain.

 

And with great loss,

Comes the greatest pain of all.


 

If the love I had for you 

could've saved you…

 

You would’ve lived for all eternity

Posted in response to the challenge Writing Workshop: Free Verse Poetry.

kendra.lupita

CA

16 years old

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