Mind, never at rest, millions of thoughts
conflicting and eager,
knocking the door, needing the answers.
answers to the questions,
the heart is too afraid to ask.
Its a cyclone, crashing the window,
only for the whirlwind to break-in
bringing chaos, and turmoil
elevating as approaching nearer
with every step,
turning anxiety into rage.
All the failures, lined up,
in a perfect pattern, giving a nice view.
Its a want of determination,
or need, who knows?
questions and only questions,
just the one-sided, and pained,
I can’t let go, or should I? or must I?
As many ways to frame, as many questions,
Could still they ever be right?
The answers lie far on the bare horizon,
tired, I’m walking, towards it
to put an end
to this turmoil and pain.
Will I make it,
is another question
I ask while I walk towards,
a question, whose answer
only time retains the power to tell !
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