What is it about pain
That makes you feel free?
What is it about grief
That makes you see?
Why is it that silver
Glints precious and bright?
Why is it that red
Stains every night?
How is it that words
Can wound so much more?
How is it that pain
Is behind a closed door?
What is it about hate
That puts up a wall?
What is it about death
That answers it all?
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"I would rather have questions that can't be answered than answers that can't be questioned."
~Richard Feynman
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PoesíaThis is what I write From down in my soul Darkened with truth A mind in a hole
