A New Schnikism: (Poetry Series) A Final Bow?

Once again, it’s late.

Once again, I’ve been crying.

Once again, I cannot breathe.

The steady rhythm of hyperventilation.

Once again, all I see is your taillights.

Once again, your back is turned to me.

Once again, all those voices are screaming in my head.

Once again, they remind me of the very worst.

A fresh reminder of how those cuts, they are so deep.

Once again, I wanted us to prevail.

Once again, on easy winds I hoped we’d sail.

This time, once again, the only difference is,

Now, once again, I start to die.

Now, once again, I start to cry.

Now, once again, I start to grow.

Now, once again, my soul is like your shadow.

Now, once again, I start to fly.

Now, once again, I don’t know how I’ll get through.

Now, once again, I start to finally say goodbye.

Will I ever know?

The answer to this final question:

Why?

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