Why

Please, oh, God, I am begging,

Does anyone else feel that light?

A burning inside their chest,

Trying to shine through the skin.

Every day it tries to leak out,

Through my eyes, nose and mouth.

Haunted from the past, that light

Continues to burn at all hours.

It consumes, it heals, it… hurts.

I’ve never met logic, I have emotion.

No rationality, when I have instinct.

Claude Debussy traveled down my ears,

And that light brought tears to my eyes.

John Keats absorbed my eyesight,

But I choked on his words,

As that light shone onto them.

Please, oh, God, I am begging,

Does anyone else’s heart ache during the day?

That aching that led to my grand escape,

I hid away my soul with insults and drugs.

When the night fell, and I was alone,

I wondered how my heart could shine and break.

Does the shining cause the ache?

Or, does the aching cause the shining?

All at once, how do I shine and ache?

Why do I feel these emotions

Why,

Why,

Why...

Someone, please, tell me why,

“God,” tell me why.