The Suffering
I am waiting for an answer to
A distant, desperate plea:
Out of all the men still living,
Why me?
The cold wind howls about me,
And it chills me to the bone –
I am exiled, trapped forever,
All alone.
I can hear my screaming echo,
Echo faintly off the hills
Vainly searching for a savior –
All is still.
Without answer, without meaning,
With an anguished, helpless cry,
I sink to my knees and sob, and wonder
Why?