Questions

When I feel water soaking me through
I cannot drown them
When I feel fire burning me up
I cannot scorch them
When I feel the blade digging in
I cannot cut them
When I feel the rope tightening
I cannot choke them
It’s the questions that haunt me
It’s the questions that drive me
It’s the questions that mar my sleep
It’s the questions that pain me
It’s the questions that guide me
It’s the questions that cut so deep
It’s the questions that burn me
It’s the questions that need me
It’s the questions that mark my core
It’s the questions that soil me
It’s the questions that feed me
It’s the questions that yearn for more
I’m watching the rain
My mind wants to roam
I’m driving along
My mind needs to soar
I’m falling asleep
My mind finds no rest
I’m drifting away
My mind longs for more
I’m feeling disdain
My mind wants to moan
I’m crying alone
My mind needs to roar
I’m falling apart
My mind finds no nest
I’m screaming aloud
My mind is no more
When I feel acid in my sore eyes
I cannot rinse them
When I feel blisters on my torn skin
I cannot heal them
When I feel the chains shackling me
I cannot shed them
When I feel my hands strangling me
I cannot sever them
I’m watching the rain
My mind wants to roam
I’m driving along
My mind needs to soar
I’m falling asleep
My mind finds no rest
I’m drifting away
My mind longs for more
I’m humming a tune
My heart almost reeling
I’m strolling a path
My heart is so still
I’m forgetting myself
My heart is not beating
I’m feeling nothing
My heart is dead still
My heart is dead still