Why?
What a confusing word.
A question at every turn.
An answer still being unearthed.
Who could possibly wonder where it all began, and where the search will end?
To walk around a labyrinth and know no beginning.
The end seems distant and yet so certain.
The journey continues.
The blank stares me in the face, challenging every action.
Yet I carry on, deeper into my confusion.
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Deliriously Yours
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that are concise and honest in their approach. They don't preach, they simply are. Within he poems there is a thread of naivety that tugs at you, whilst at the same time there is a sense of worldliness and depth that ba...
