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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Sarah Holloway
Why?
All I can do is wait,
You’re already late,
But then I knew why,
And it made me cry.
Why did you end it all?
Why did you take the fall?
I have so many questions,
But you have no answers. Why?
I tried to tell you,
But like the rest, you didn’t hear,
for you were in fear,
That people would think less of you,
If only you knew,
You had so much potential. Why?
Why did you do what you did,
You acted like a little kid.
You hurt so many people.
You said you were as strong as a steeple,
But if that were true,
Then you would’ve knew,
That what you did was wrong.
And far from strong. Why?
I could go on and on and on, until
the break of dawn
But I have to move on
Because asking “Why” isn’t helping anything.
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