The Question

The Question
The Question plagues me,
It shadows me wherever I go,
It chases after me constantly,
Incessantly,
Vicious in its pursuit,
It is a constant reminder,
Of my loss,
Of my incapability’s,
Of my inadequacy,
The Question comes at me unpredictably,
It is always unpredictable,
It is a knife in my back,
It is a thorn in my side,
It is an ever present memento,
Of her absence,
Of my deep longing,
Of my deep regret,
The Question,
It follows me all my days,
It weighs me down,
It engulfs me,
The Question plagues me,
It shadows me wherever I go.

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