Searching For Answers

He tried so hard

His eyes shed blood

His fingers broke

Praying for hope


He called to a God

He never believed in

Asked for a miracle

Lost low in his skin


He yelled to the sky

Asked a blatant why

Threw rocks at clouds

His hate growing aloud


But his stones bounced back

And his bones are still broken

His shouts left echoing flack

Reverberated and unlistened


He whispered, at last defeated

If he will ever manage to survive

Waiting patiently for the answers

That he knows will never even arrive.

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