It is Agony
It will stay as Agony
until it doesn't.
You'll keep the mess
until it is time to clean up.
You'll never get to ask your questions
until you learn to ask yourself
the same ones.
There will never be the waiting answers
that's just how life was,
is,
and will be.
It is Agony
until it is no longer.
This poem is about:
Me