A poem I wrote when I was a teenager:
Unanswered
The night is cold, lonely and dark
I can faintly hear the quick beat of my heart
All alone in my empty room
My heart has died, and this is my tomb
Teardrops fall, from my eyes
I brush them away, hoping to hide
The emptiness that lies inside
Where are you now?
Where have you been?
I've been searching my life
For some unknown sin
Finding none, I return again
To the unanswered questions that lie within.
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