Why does the sky always fall
specifically
On me
And why is my shadow laced
With black and blue
And fading,
Why is my mind a fragment,
Spinning in an endless
Void, why
Am I destined to make
Mistakes, and
Why me?
Why is the answer never
Simple as
“I love you,”
Why must we all lie,
Cheat and find
Nothing, why
Is the sound of defeat
Louder than heaven,
Why me?
Why can orange and green
Complement yet defy
Laws of nature
Why can one child
Personify a
Nation, why
Can your heart beat softly
Like a drum
Out of time-
Why
Me
This time?
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There seems to be an ongoing trend of emoness in this poetry. Note that it's all old work so far.
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