Why?

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I pray for random words
To fill this void in my head
But as time slowly passes
My thoughts only feel dead

Expired of emotion
So tired of the drill
Inundated with mindless efforts
Without any thrill

Is this the cost of living
For a future unknown
To sit everyday in silence
Completely alone

One day… one day…
It’ll be for the best they insist
Tell me… tell me…
Then why do I still resist?

© 2018 Michelle Cook