Futility
Why do we run back to
Hurt? Open old wounds,
And bleed anew
On pale carpets of new rooms?
Why not think of what comes
Next? Learn to scar,
Not stay perplexed by thrums
Of pain that's now afar?
Why manufacture
Ghosts of choice?
Allow hope to fracture,
Give fear a voice?
Why forsake ourselves
To the mess we make?
Browse empty shelves
and try to take?
Nobody knows,
Not you, not I,
And so it goes.
But why?
Hurt? Open old wounds,
And bleed anew
On pale carpets of new rooms?
Why not think of what comes
Next? Learn to scar,
Not stay perplexed by thrums
Of pain that's now afar?
Why manufacture
Ghosts of choice?
Allow hope to fracture,
Give fear a voice?
Why forsake ourselves
To the mess we make?
Browse empty shelves
and try to take?
Nobody knows,
Not you, not I,
And so it goes.
But why?
Key Words : Love, futility, introspection, happiness, pain, joy
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Our pain is self inflicted, we know we do it, but we simply can not stop.
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