Question mark
After every sentence a question mark and for none an explanation.
Thoughts strangled up in my head, a mess formed like my own imagination.
Thinking about what is said, thinking about what to say.
Wondering about how I will survive another day...
Questions pounding in my mind, ripping it apart.
Where will it all end? Where did this all start?
How could I break free?
When will that be?
I need some silence in my brain.
But at this moment, that is the hardest thing to gain.
I don’t care when this begun.
I need to know when it will be done.
When I think I’m close to my answers, they fade away in the dark.
So I’m still stuck here with every sentence ending with a question mark.
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