Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

A Reason

Where do the dead go after they've died?
Can the woman I love see the tears I've cried?
So many questions running around inside,
I seldom find answers, although I've tried.

Why did the Lord take her away from me?
Here, she was needed by our family.
Sometimes I feel the Saints are blind to my plea,
Was her death worth whatever they could foresee?

I'm angry and hurt although I've kept it masked,
But when I stop the screams and curses I've cast
She speaks through the stillness at long last,
"Does there have to be a reason?" she asks.