Those Dark Questions We Don’t Ask

Those dark questions we don’t ask,

We avoid,

Hiding from the dark,

The demons we wished we had not known.

Turning away when the question stares.

Running away before the question follows.

There is no escape as the question goes, wherever you go.

The question makes the world you know.

That dark question.


It knows all.

Sees all.

Waits for you.

Always waiting.

For that answer you promised.

There is always a time.

That question needs an answer.

Before the end.


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