Questions. Poem, by Invincibly broken, at My poetic side

Another day passes away.

Another week fades by.

Another month, with no question why.

Months to years

Years to centuries

Literal ages pass me by

No questions. No emotions. No reason why.

I feel these things inside.

But that's even a lie because feelings aren't real and everything dies.

Which begs.....why?

What is our existence?

Is it to never give up and stay persistent?

But I'm not an insect which makes me suspect

There's a reason why

This busted system seems to work flawlessly

Steadily and readily killing the world emotionally

When everything is fake is fake the reality

Or is reality fake.

Questions. Why.

Even earth seems to continue her sombre dance not knowing the sky.

Is the answer the unanswered question. The answer in question is depression. Is depression the result of the unanswered question?......

is it all a lie?...or is this why?

Author: Invincibly broken (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: June 16th, 2022 13:18
Comment from author about the poem: So this is my first time ever sharing a poem with anyone that I didn\\\'t actually know lol so excuse the amateur composition but I lost all sense of purpose and idk why I\\\'ve wrote this or feel the need to post it, but I do So maybe somebody will enjoy it. Special thank you to Hannah 🌹 for giving me the courage to actually go public.
Category: Sad
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Questions.