Should I seek for the place of understanding?
Or do I remain in this place of the unknown?
Should I walk the walk to shed some light?
Or do I presume this light bulb has blown?

How do I go back to the beginning?
When the end was so unexpected?
I need the answers to my quest,
So I no longer feel dejected.

I try so hard to make sense of it all?
As I lay awake although the night,
But the message is clear, as I shed a tear,
So I have to turn off the light.

But then I feel there’s been no closure,
So I turn the light back on,
I gaze out the nightly window,
And I ask why this all went wrong?

How can I mend this hole in my heart?
When it’s been left with no needle and thread,
How can this be, why did you do this to me?
Words that were spoken; without being said.