Why?
Does the world keep turning
When nothing is going right
I end up questioning everything
No safe zone here
Nothing to gain comfort from
A sense of danger lingering
Every damn place where i go
No stone left unturned
I try to turn a blind eye to it all
But nothing seem's to work
Is it all ever getting better?
Is the main question dear
God did give us hands to make heaven
Why are we even using them at all
All we want is not enough at all
When doubt cloud's everything
I end up losing it all together
When am i going to actually feel something?
I want the answer to that question as well
Cause as always
Everything's just empty
A void I can't escape from
Is it really fine for me
To just sit in the bed with ecstasy
Like a boring cloud
I refuse to let it rain at all
Strong alone
Head high
No longer bowing or fearing now
Wishing just for a miracle now
Finally at peace (not actually)
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PoetryWell just like everyone I am going through some things , -That's why I promptly wrote these extracts To those reading these poems i hope that you will have to courage to face everything ahead, rather than letting what life is throwing at you become...
