The Suffering

I am waiting for an answer to

A distant, desperate plea:

Out of all the men still living,

Why me?

The cold wind howls about me,

And it chills me to the bone –

I am exiled, trapped forever,

All alone.

I can hear my screaming echo,

Echo faintly off the hills

Vainly searching for a savior –

All is still.

Without answer, without meaning,

With an anguished, helpless cry,

I sink to my knees and sob, and wonder