Why doesn’t the night apologize?
Because stars don’t come down to concrete!
Because the steps are lost without a name…
Why do eyes close and no one sees?
Why does the wind speak and no one listens?
Because hunger weighs more than silence!
Why does the city forget who sustains it?
Why is the ground the bed of those who don’t dream?
Why does tomorrow insist on not coming?
Why?
And the street, motionless, does not respond.








Powerfully penned, PAR. Like the depth of this write my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Appreciate you back!
For me this started out soft then built up to an emotional break down. Really good Par
Thank you my dear.