The onomatopoeia of humanity (extended original version)

"Why..." "Why, why, why, WHY, WHY!"

It's not what we normally think of when we think of onomatopoeia is it... It's not the "Bang, Pop, Boom" that we thought of when we were kids. "Crying" is just a verb, it's just something we do. The word "why" so ambiguous in that it wasn't JUST to ask a simple question. In the times of desperation, in all of our inevitable losses, those so incomprehensible... we ask why. Sometimes we sob it, sometimes it's a screeching cry, sometimes full of rage and others it's dry and feeble. It's in these times that it becomes the never-ending onomatopoeia of humanity; no longer a question or as simple as an interrogative pronoun, but just a sound. Background noise in times of loss and times where theres nothing else to do but make the utterly human sound, "why."