For Day 23 of NaPoWriMo 2020, the challenge is to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Y(Why) comes to mind.
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He rests
in the shadows
of the night
his hands
like a “Y”, raised
in the exasperation
of not knowing.
Why?
Why does day
follow night?
Why is the quiet
of first light ripped
to shreds by the
blinding light
of the noon day sun?
Why does pain persist?
Is it the messenger
of healing or its foe
which we feel as
it is driven off?