Wondering Why?

I lay in bed at night looking at the sky
Wondering why, Crying and not knowing why
I think about all the things that could be
and who is really the I in me

Answers to questions I will never see
Who am I among thee
Layin in this bed of mine eyes filled with tears
facing all my demons and fears

Waking up in the morning to those same questions
What is it that I am destined
An empty heart and soul
Is all I see and what my mind is told

Even on my most beautiful day
my skies always still seem gray
I think some how sunshine will get through that dark cloud
then here comes that thing called doubt just taking me out

And here again I lay in this dark room
repeating my thoughts thru and thru
I try to tell myself in the end

I LOVE YOU

But again i just lay and sit in this dark room

 

By Lucana Troia (Copywritten Through Library of Congress)

© LookieBabi13

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Slated indifference and poised hope lays waste to perfect wording, tell your friend well done, good read.