Day after day, she asks the same question.
Day after day, the answer lurks out of sight.
Time after time, I lie to avoid interrogation.
Time after time, she thinks there's more to my plight.
She doesn't seem to understand,
That not even I can find the issue.
Even to the bearer,
The source is unknown.
For years, I simply responded, "I don't know."
(The truthful answer, might I add)
But that never seemed to satisfy.
So, I turned to partial truths.
("I'm just stressed." True, but I know it's not the root problem)
But, even then, she'd ask, "And?"
I have no more to say!
Please, if you find the answer, let me know!
We keep going around this same painful circle.
To know why I feel this way would truly be a miracle.
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Late Night Poems
PuisiPoetry for the broken souls. Enjoy a private glimpse into my mind which is not given even to those closest to me. I hope you can find a friend in the words on your screen. I don't have an upload schedule; it may be a long time between uploads. I'm...
