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The Realm of Why

    A Misunderstanding

    Who would think?
    A hasty tongue, perhaps,
    An undrawn thought?
    It builds, and grown
    Becomes, at last,
    A misunderstanding.
    Now sorrow breeds
    And cannot mend,
    For the tongue has slipped;
    Now the mind runs rampant.
    Each is wrong,
    Yet,
    Each is right,
    But all is lost,
    Perhaps
    The dye is cast.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    A Zero

    To be a naught
    In other's thought,
    It rends the soul.

    To be decried
    When others lied,
    Could be the role.

    To be dismissed
    And not be missed,
    Is that the goal?

    Then alone I'll strive
    And be alive,
    Thus remain whole.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    An Apology

    A common phrase,
    I apologize.
    It requests forgiveness
    Not always given,
    As pride sometimes
    Restrains the heart.
    "For I am right."
    It tells itself.
    But why,
    Could it be
    Something quite wrong,
    Or only a misunderstanding?
    Perhaps the lack of tact,
    Or just perception.
    The reasons might
    Remain unknown
    For all who be
    Concerned.
    Yet the request remains,
    I apologize.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" David P Cresap


    Being Shy

    It hurts to be shy,
    To bow your head
    And look away.
    I don't know why.

    It hurts to think.
    I'm alone
    And sad.
    I don't know why.

    I hurts, I know,
    I feel ashamed.
    I think
    That's why.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Comfort

    My Heart needs the
    Freedom, of
    Love.

    My Mind wants the
    Boundaries, of
    Love.

    How is it the
    Two, can
    Be so
    Comforting?

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Farewell / Bitterness

    Fond farewells
    And sweet partings
    Are so often turned
    For lack of words.
    Ah well, when spent,
    The words turn short
    And true meanings
    Are hidden in the sarcasm,
    Which in turn hides
    The feelings unexpressed
    For fear of
    Losing face,
    And so,
    Bitterness.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Friendship

    As a world begins
    Seemingly without
    Direction or meaning,
    It grows, develops
    And expands.
    It endures through
    All trials of sorrow
    And hardship
    To find happiness.
    For through this act,
    It lives.
    It discovers direction,
    And sees meaning,
    As there is purpose
    For being,
    And so it is
    With friendship.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Gratitude

    I can only express
    What I feel.
    I can only share
    As much as will
    Be received.
    I can only give
    That which is...