Why do I still crave answers? -
I know I will never get them
Life may end and with it all my questioning - Release
Until that happens -
Am I prepared for even more dead-ends?
Around me they grow magnificent -
Cut for this social climate
I am withering in bleak exhaustion -
The toxic recoil
There's a bleakness in this, a despair. For some reason I related strongly to this line:
ReplyDelete"Around me they grow magnificent - Cut for this social climate"