Purposeless Pain

Why drink from the cup
that holds bitter milk?
Why travel through
the valley of thorns?
Why must you walk
when there is a horse?
Why do you cry?
Why don't you smile?
Why do you aimlessly
follow despair?

Must you sit
in the cold?
Must you drench
in the storm?
Why dear friend,
do you aimlessly
follow despair?

Should the tears
overcome
so sweet a face,
what will become
of you?

Should the sorrow
consume you whole,
Should the grief
age you,
what will become
of you?

Has yesterday
blinded you?
Is tomorrow
not clear?
Has the fog
of today settled,
Have you lost yourself
in fear?
Why dear friend,
do you aimlessly
follow despair?