No one understands them.
No one knows they're here,
but they don't understand either.
They ask why and why
over coffee, over beer,
over and over.
Answers only whet the appetite.
They will never know you fully
so they rip you apart,
piece by piece,
like bread.
The answers come with blood,
the answers come with trusting pain and smiles.
John Kipling Lewis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-enough/
