It is Agony

It will stay as Agony

 

until it doesn't.

 

You'll keep the mess

 

until it is time to clean up.

 

You'll never get to ask your questions

 

until you learn to ask yourself

 

the same ones.

 

There will never be the waiting answers

 

that's just how life was,

 

is,

 

and will be.

 

It is Agony

 

until it is no longer.

This poem is about: 
Me

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