Why?

The days just beginning
as am I
Sitting here trying
to figure out why.

Pondering why I'm here
In the deep recesses of my mind,
through the darkness, by myself,
like the mystical hind.

So I try to sort
through all my problems,
with all the stuff that's
gone so very wrong.

Pondering on why
My life is so screwed,
in the mist of
this morning's dew.

But now I still wonder,
about my life's end.
Will I have time to live,
or be dead like my friend.

by,
Pinkpoet