Is there something? Or
is it nothing yet?
Is it still there or
has it left?
Is it a good time to
feel hopeless or is there a hope albeit?
Should the dam be
damned for the tears to flow over it?
Every morning, like
mourning
Through the day and
evening
Nights, dark and
horrifying
A week goes weakening
A heart that had once beaten,
a life that existed
A multiplication that
got divided, a sum had got negated
Whose mathematics went
wrong and who gets punished?
A plot was laid and got you preyed!
There’s something,
there’s some question
Some peace outside,
pieces within
There’s some time
left, until we wait
An answer we all
await!
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