The question

Should I?
maybe not
there is a divide,
I know no answer
and more and more
complex, keep
getting these
thoughts

Is it a web,
I for my own self spun?
How am I to escape if I am not
willing to run?
Where would I go if I choose to?
How far from myself can I run?
The confrontation
has long been made
the sanity, yet my mind
long evades..

Why do I see
all that goes unnoticed
under the sun?
I didn't choose to be
this way..
If I could
I would question
the way I've become

A bundle of questions
and not a spare thought
Requiems of dreams
in my eyes and
yet a cure far away
from entering my thoughts

Its not that anyone
voluntarily loves pain
the misery may be
complimentary
and the discomfort
is something that
consistently remains
yet its substantivity
is most vivid
unremitting any gains

The answers they say
within our cast lie
They never seem
to pop up in time
though
is an inconvenient truth
that none can deny

The other morrow
of questions that's true
is they compound
if they residue
and
moreso when you
know there's nothing
you can do..

The silence answers
what the thoughts hold back,
the thoughts
hold back
what the mind is not ready
to view
and the mind evades
every possibility of
a discord that
discombobulates thoughts anew

The quest remains
for the answers to,
one and all
A moment of inner conflict
and the umpteenth resolve
a vindictive pledge
to later salvage the fall
and
a monosyllabic
silence
for the long overhaul ...