--------This is a poem I wrote inspired by one word. The Word Why. --------
Why?
Why him?
Why this?
Why that?
Why?
Just why?
I don't find myself asking about a specific time, thing, or person
But just why
I don't even know who I'm pleading with to give me an answer
I don't even know why I'm asking
Maybe to stop me from getting lost in the uncertainty of the world
To provide me with answers to questions not even born yet
And I keep doing it even though I don't get an answer
Because I hope, that out there is one person who can understand me and tell me I'm okay.
I'm waiting to be read by someone, praying they'll tell me that I make sense.
So I beg the gods, the stars, the universe, the night sky, to bring me closer to them.
Because I know they're out there
And I believe that I can find them
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