Why….

Why.... short poem

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Why do I still feel connected to someone causing pain,
Why do I keep them in my life if things will never change,
Why do I feel loyal to someone who doesn’t care,
When I know if I need them they would not be there.

When will what they say stop hurting in my heart,
Will the pain ever finish, the pain that they did start,
Will I ever learn to trust in what and who I am,
I wish that I could let them go but I don’t think I can.

Why do I hang around the places we used to go,
Why do I ask these questions when it’s clear to me I know,
The answers aren’t hard because I feel them in my soul,
When will I reclaim all the self-respect you stole.

Why do we only listen to the things we want to hear,
Why do we reach so far when the truth is always near,
I think I know the answers to most of what i’ve said,
I just wish my heart would finally listen to my head.

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Aloke
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Fine poem exploring psychological roots of our beings. Fine diction.

Aloke
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Fine poem exploring psychological roots of our beings. Fine diction.

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