Realization

I walk, across a plane of turgid blue, 

 seeing all which is available to see.  


I look, at all there is to look at, 

 and wonder if I really mean to be here.


I NEED YOU! 



I scream, into the darkness...

 the turgid blue is black now, 

 I am unable to see...


 I fumble, 

  in the darkness, 

  not understanding what sort of 'God' might have created a world like this.


Life is not fair.  

It is so said.  

 And so it is understood.  

  But why must it be this way?  

  I do not understand.


Please please please please

let me go home, 

to lie in my lover's arms, 

to be held,

 to hold, 

  to love, 

   to be comforted, 

    to LIVE


Why!?  

Why must life always be hard?  

Why have we created this life, this world, where things are hard?
 

What's the point?  

Why is it worth living?