Speaking Without a Mouth (Poetry Collection)

I Asked "Why"

my eyes grew wide and then rain as they close

i have the luck of one surrounded by a million crows

i had rubbed my wet face all over my clothes

in my cheeks, not left even a small rose

for a situation more suitable not for a poem, but prose

i asked

"why"

why did you say what you chose

why is this how it goes

its my fault, i know

as i pace to and frow

in my house, as i go

feeling so low

i asked

"why"

why did i keep saying no

why do i feel as if im on death row

i'm sorry i couldnt stop

i'm horrible

i'm terrible

inexcuseable

i'm miserable

i asked

"why"

it's because of me.

and i cant let you take the blame