why me?

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why me?

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Oh, why dost thou in shadows heavy lie,  
Beneath the burden of thine own cruel fate?  
When question’d thus, “Why me?” dost thou not spy  
The tapestry of life, intricately ornate?  
In humankind’s most fleeting breath dost dwell  
The sorrows and the joys, entwined as one,  
Each heart a vessel, filled with heaven’s bell,  
Yet struck by tempests ‘neath the waxing sun.  
Consider, friend, the myriad of stars  
That grace the velvet cloak of night, so deep,  
Each twinkling point a tale of ancient wars,  
Yet all are bound to wake, to dream, to weep.  
Dost thou in isolation gaze within,  
Whilst myriad eyes on thee, in judgment see?  
Know this, that as the world in shadows spin,  
So too doth all mankind in quest for "me."  
The weft of human fabric, frayed and torn,  
Yet woven tight 'mongst laughter, tears, and scorn;  
Thus ponder well, sweet soul, as thou dost roam,  
In every pain, a lesson doth find home.  
E’en in the depths of despair’s darkened sea,  
Shall thou not find a glimmer, soft and free?  
For in the asking lies the seeking well,  
And ‘tis the journey, friend, that bids us tell.  
So wear thy sorrow, not as chain or shroud,  
But as a cloak, that blends with joy, with crowd,  
For "why me?" thou asketh, in voice profound,  
Yet in that question lies the heart unbound.