• Huddled in my corner of “Alone”
    All that crosses my lips is the echo and reverb of “why”
    Never answering always asking
    Unceasing never listening
    Every time it takes off to multiply
    Against the walls of this empty place
    I feel a part of who I want to be and am leave with,
    “Why” is it never changing?
    “Why” am I always doing this?
    “Why”
    “Why”
    “Why”
    The unceasing groan those echoes and their babies make
    Have gone to numbing ears
    As this rattled slowly dying body of mine
    Forever stuck reciting this personal riddle
    “Why”