Why, oh Lord, Why?

At 3 a.m., my mind’s at unrest,
Why do I torment my rest?
I was a good child once very obedient and bright,
Now tangled in shadows of sleepless nights.
Why, Oh Lord, why?

At 3 a.m., my mind falters and falls,
Why am I jeopardizing my life with each anguished call?
I was sweet, with a heart full of grace,
Now lost in regret, I can’t find my place.
Why, Oh Lord, why?

At 3 a.m., pain is what I self-inflict,
Why do I punish and become my own harsh critic?
I was a friend, true and bold,
Now a daughter who falters, a story untold.
Why, Oh Lord, why?

At 3 a.m. the caring me is in distress,
Why is a selfless soul, now trapped in excess?
I was a light in darkness for many,
Now a human who self-destructs for every penny.
Why, oh Lord, why?

Why, oh Lord, in this endless night,
Do I wander lost and devoid of light?
Why do I suffer, why do I stray?
Why do I falter, why do I fray?
Why can’t I see?
The person I was and who I’m meant to be.

~Vipranshi Singh

So sweethearts, this is my 9th poem here.

With love ❤
Signing off
Vee