I Question The Skies

I look up and question the skies,
Of everything, the how's and why's,
I look down and say to the ground,
Why am I kept bound?

I close my eyes and ask my heart,
Why have we depart?
I open my eyes to see the stars,
Etched, like my scars.

If there was anything I could do,
I'd do anything back for you,
If there was any last flicker of hope,
I will hang onto the rope.

Am I thus, cursed for despair?
Is there no way to repair?
This eternal searing pain,
That looks upon me with disdain.

I look up and question the skies,
But all I see are those two eyes,
The ones I have much adored,
Now which I see no more.