Why is a word that haunts me most,
the simple questions lingers with unfulfilled promise.
Like a wave, I drowned in its depths.
Mostly at night,
lying awake staring at nothing I hear it reverberating.
Like a Grandfather Clock the pendulum swings;
In the listless way that time passes.
A trickle of regret, as the unknowable permeates the mind.
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