Poetry by Alan S. Leangvan
I look at life and I look again. Why do things happen? Why all this pain?
Emotions stir while time stands still. Up, up, up, life can seem forever uphill.
Flames of discrimination char my soul black, must I move on? Why can't I turn back?
I look at the animals, the flowers, the trees. They live without care, forever at ease.
Regardless of whatever may occur, life is always a mystery, but is it meant to be a blur?
Again I lose myself in a thick fog of questions, but am I really lost? No.
Leaning against the wall of reality I feel trapped in a world of complex lies and problems.
Is the meaning of life to live but never know? Or to find a light and follow it's glow? Do I search for answers, do I let them go? Am I all alone? I guess I'll never know.