When the world around you seems to lay siege of you,
And every breath you take only prolongs the agony of unspoken confusion.
Unspoken confusion, is the single way to describe Things.
Things that weren't meant to converge upon such An Outcome.
An Outcome that wasn't meant to inflict such chaos and Disarray.
Disarray, Quandary, Awkwardness.
Double-cross? Duplicity?? Disappointment(s)???
A million whys, from a few people,
Seeking answers that come from the million whys,
not with the mouth, but through the gaze.
Yet I do not evade.
I'm not copping out.
I'm hanging on, to you, dear God.
In the hope that you will emancipate not me, but us all, from this unnecessary predicament.
There are some days when you so badly want to run away from it all.
Today happens to be that day.
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