Clouds fill the sky as well as my mind
as I ask myself questions.
Why is blindness considered a bad thing?
True beauty comes from within, it is not viewed.
Sometimes things are best left unseen,
for they are too painful for the eye.
Why did God create pain?
He definitely loves all human,
but then why does he rack our brains
with so much trouble and sorrow?
Love is another thing I question.
How can love and pain be synonymous?
If love is supposed to be a great emotion,
why does it tear apart our hearts?
I empty my soul by inquiring,
but maybe some questions are best left unanswered.
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