Eleven Weeks Later

A reflection in verse

Life staggers you with mystery and not a lot makes sense
The questions are as massive as the obstacles intense
Why even bother loving when both love and loved one die?
How can you face the future when the present makes you cry?
Where should you search for comfort when true comfort can’t be found?
Why would you keep on struggling when you end up in the ground?
But here’s the greatest wonder, with no answer I can see:
We gave this guy the fucking bomb? How fucking dumb are we?