Mystery

bulldyke's picture

a mystery
a puzzle
a thing to be solved

a wonder
a presence
to behold

who is it?
who knocks on my door?
who tells me
the truth?

why
why
why

why is it
why
why
why?

Bulldyke

Comments

Patch's picture

Cool poem!

Very intriguing. I love the lack of adherence to precedented standards of poetry. The last two stanzas are my favorite, it seems to be asking "why is it why?" as if questioning our need for answers. I do not know if that was your original intention, but, it is a striking question. I applaud your skills for the written word.

"What is the purpose of life? It is to create our own purpose."