Sometimes I wonder
if it's all worth it
how do they remember?
when mine remains forgotten
it's as tho I don't exist
how do they do it?
I haven't got it in me
to be the way they are
sometimes I wonder
did I hold on for too long?
was it the time to let go?
and stubbornly I didn't
maybe it's the cause of my pains,
or perhaps it had always been there.
sometimes I wonder
when it is the time to cry?
I lose myself in nought
and the things I loved lose value,
is it me? or perhaps who,
sometimes I wonder
if I did disappear
would things be right, or not
would I struggle to find myself,
in this deep darkness, I call out
I try to find redemption,
the light is gloomy, and then,
I wonder what is...
©tamara
T