Cry Out


the question I ponder is chaos
In the deep recesses of my mind where
Intellect and emotion find common ground.
So that the well of my soul overflows and runs down my cheek;
But not with the joy it once contained.
As life pummel me with lemon grenades
they sting the wounds that have yet to heal because-
Circumstance pays no attention to time.
We were never promised an easy life,
And I no longer ask the questions why or even seek to understand;
Because the only question in my mind is the one so heavy
it draws me to my knees:
Is my life worth anything?

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