Why?
Why is my mind torturing me?
What have I done
that raged it this much
to kill all the nerves
and all the feelings
each one held?
Why?
Why are you doing this?
Is there something you want to tell me?
A secret that lingers
on the end of your tongue,
that can’t seem to fall off.
Held by darkness
is that secret.
It’s kept from me
for a reason,
I believe,
for a purpose
far ahead,
thousands of miles away,
at the far end of the earth.
Perhaps I’ll see
the reason behind it one day,
hold your hand,
and thank you for your patience.
Your patience that stayed
in the worst of them all,
in the raging storms
and the brutal fall
that held me down,
in a sore body
that felt firm to the touch.
Why are you doing this?
An answer I’m waiting for.
Convince me
with a proper reason
why you’ve chosen to
demolish all these innocent minds.