Always A Question!

Dawn or dusk,
It never ceased to follow my whims.
That was the time,
You dictated my concience.

No reason,
No repentance!

But today,
It seems I am standing alone,
Waiting to be crucified.
Crucify for a reason that never exists, at all!

So poor I am now
Even the reveller didn’t aske for penitence,
Little wonder…
They called me a walking shadow,
All of a skeleton!

What else is left?
I say HELLO and GOODBYE, the echo!
I never complained nor you demanded.
But why so much confusion,
For a word to form a chape?
I,
As you have christened,
Will always be a question!