Poesia (26.0)

Marks

1*question

a matter of some uncertainty or difficulty; problem

2*fright

a sudden intense feeling of fear.

The matter has been

Asking questions.

Questioning my furry chest

That insists to sleeping under

Unknown ceilings.

Why have such actions led me

Into the dark side of my eyes?

Leaving,

As immensely freeing as it may be,

Has never meant the same to me

As I know it has to others.

The hypocrisy in affirming such nonsense

Hides from myself

The guilt in hurting the hearts

I had left by the roads.

I meant no harm;

Did I?

Asking questions is dangerous.

Are you where you

Have felt you’d like to be?

Can you see,

Can you really see,

Yourself in the mirror?

Does it crack during the day?

Are you able to explain

Your fright of happiness?

What have you been hiding

From the ones who meant to care about you?

What have you been suggesting to yourself

As you go over the radio looking for

Missing pieces of your past?

Is it a choice to be happy?

Why have you been choosing otherwise?