Why is this happening?
Why can't I control it?
Why is my heart trembling
Whenever I see those numbers?
Why do I fall for the same traps?
Why do I lie awake with worry straining against my skin?
Why am I stuck?
Why, why, why?
Why do I keep fighting?
Why don't I give up?
Why do I trust yet doubt it all so much?
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
