A Question

Upon the beating of my rebel heart

Lies weight so heavy I can hardly breathe

I cannot place the feeling, but I know

That things are not as brilliant as they seem

I know those words should come out of my soul

To pull them out betrays my honest sense

And so they stay, locked up inside my chest

Sustaining now unbearable suspense

A question hangs upon the air between

A simple question, one which takes no thought

The words unweighed, yet weighty on my mind

The answer, still within my soul, is caught

    And so we sit, as stars light up the sky,

    The silence stretching thin my false reply.

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