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Huddled in my corner of “Alone”
All that crosses my lips is the echo and reverb of “why”
Never answering always asking
Unceasing never listening
Every time it takes off to multiply
Against the walls of this empty place
I feel a part of who I want to be and am leave with,
“Why” is it never changing?
“Why” am I always doing this?
“Why”
“Why”
“Why”
The unceasing groan those echoes and their babies make
Have gone to numbing ears
As this rattled slowly dying body of mine
Forever stuck reciting this personal riddle
“Why”

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