No one to tell me why...

I now lie beneath freshly turned ground
And with eyes sealed shut, I look around
I see the earthworm pass me by
So I ask, but he cannot tell me why

With ears rendered deaf, over the din
Of my now silent voice crying out from within,
I hear a chorus of sprouts as they search for the sky
So I ask, but they cannot tell me why

My heart, now stilled, beats hard in my chest
Marking an end to my hope for peace and rest
While each beat brings a tear to my true love's eye...
I ask, but she cannot tell me why

I consider the box that encloses me
The sum of all treasure that's left to me
But, why did I live?  And, why did I die?
I ask, but it cannot tell me why

While my bones turn to dust, my soul burns with desire
For some final rest, but nothing quenches the fire
So, I turn to God from my grave and I cry
I ask, but too late, I get no reply

I now lie beneath cold, hardened ground
And I wonder why no one comes around
In dark and despair, endless time passes by
And I ask, but there's no one to tell me why

Joseph Weilenbeck 04/12/2018