What is wrong with me?
An unanswered question that refuses to become unstuck from the back of my mind
A question with a seemingly endless possibility of answers
But none are quite right.
An endless well
With the illusion of water
But you keep pulling up dirt
When you try to reach the one thing that will quench you thirst.
But instead,
You are left with a hole in your throat
And raw hands from pulling on the bucket's rope.
Just more right answers
To the wrong question.
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An Eclectic Supply of Poems
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