Why
Why.
Who is better off at their final breath?
I cry out.
Why?
I get no answer.
There has to be an answer for this.
Surely some reason,
Some purpose.
But what answer
Would leave me feeling okay
About their demise?
What answer would satisfy?
Why.
I’m left asking a question
I won’t get an answer to.
But I keep asking it anyway.
Dave Clark in an emerging writer-poet who does his living and breathing in Alice Springs. He works as a counsellor and enjoys reading, photography and giving voice to silenced stories. His poems have appeared in Verdant and read on 8CCC and ABC Radio.
