The Allure...

The voice
In my head
Is telling me
That I need
To get my shit
Together
And be a man
About it
Asking all these
Questions...like
Why did you do it?
Why did you say that?
Where were you when...?
Why didn't you do more?
And
What are you going to do about it now?
All questions
That I can't
Thoroughly answer
I don't have a rebuttal
With any kind of substance to it
Other than
I don't know
I could scream my dedication
Off the highest building
Write infinite poems and sonnets
Or even simply...
Just say how I feel
Attempting to communicate
Through the hidden barrier
That now lies between us...
But what does that solve
If the outcome is not
What it's supposed to be
Nothing more than a misguided soul
Stuck with a bunch of
Unanswered questions
What if's
And shoulda, coulda, woulda's
Traveling on a road
Of uncertainty
And instability
Hoping that tomorrow
Holds something much better
All in the name
Of love.

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