outcries of why

outcries of why

I may never be able

to pen hidden ghosts

that haunt both

night and day.

Some emotions might not

be visible using ink

nor does anything exist

to make it a must

to bleed out loud.

So many paths have been

littered with written words

tossed along with lonesome

outcries of why.

No, I may never be

strong enough to deliver

the final page.

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