WHY
Why, when the heart has such desires
It lacks the confidence to acquire?
Why, the one willing to make sacrifices
Is not gifted with luck when needed?
Why, with all the effort that was invested
The outcome that reaps out is pointless?
Why, when hope is raised to the peak
It just falls back leaving no trace?
Why, if once it was able to venture that far
But now hesitates to try once more?
Why, what was believed so strongly
Can deceive you so treacherously?
Why, if it was built with such strength
It crumbles so readily then?
Why, after great distance travelled
One is so easily weakened?
Why, with so many days passed
It is always never enough?
Why, when what meant to be happened
It takes time to be forgotten?
Why, when everything is finally over
WhatÂ’s left is no more than slumber?
why, when i see your post.
i feel what u are saying make sense.
add one last part to your poem
Why, we always think more,
when the explanation is Murphy's Law