A Paradox

By Judith J

What is trust if lies play hide and seek behind those eyes?

Who is bad if your lips judged when it shouldn’t have?

Why do you label them weak when you are tearing inside into bits and pieces?

What is it to be fine when chaos screams from those dead walls?

How do you call them poor if happiness is all theirs?

How could skies be the limit when gravity of the earth is pulling down?

What is love if emptiness is choking your breath?

Where is this forever if the grave is where you have to lay?

And finally, “Don’t ask”, replied life.

By Judith J