The Why
in the deep of the night
the thoughts, the fears
why is it ...
why can't it be ...
the morning is no relief
the sun a fearful sight
is this all ...
perhaps the last ...
is this not our day
was this not our way
the end is always hard
the beginning is for us
Copyright © M Braimah Saaka | Year Posted 2019
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