Why?

Why? I asked myself that every time, every
Time that fist fell down, sick thud, sick,
Sick thud, contact made with flesh, why
Dear friend? Why does your love hurt me
So? What have I done but love? What have
I done, but love you as my dearest friend?
I watched the doves fly by, and imagined
Myself in flight, how free, how high I'd fly,
I'd find heaven in my flight, my flight from
Him, and me, and the sick, sick thud, the
Blows I cannot stop, why? Why is it me?
I'd ask the darkness as it came, I'd ask God
Who hung above, and lastly I'd ask him,
With my eyes, his blurry image large
As life, why each time? The blows I could not
Feel, I wonder why, I can't hear the screams
No more, I wonder why? I smile cuz now
I feel the wind beneath me, the skies above
Me, somehow I felt free, I wonder why.