Question Mark - Poem by Ikhalo Efose
Questions coming from every corner,
but not a single answer coming from an angle.
I feel like if i shed tears,
i would cry an ocean.
And if i cry an ocean,
this pain would be washed away.
I feel like i shed not tears,
not a single tear fall from my eye,
i cry the ocean of blood in my heart,
but the excrutiation seem not to make a difference.
What is wrong with me?
Yet another answerless question.
Now i know how it would feel like to be alone in this world.
As i decend from the greatest height i have known,
for a zillion hour my feet have still not graced the ground.
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