I have a cold, and it’s making me overdramatic. Or I’ve had a life and it’s making me hurt and frantic. Or I was just an emo kid and I never grew out of it. You decide. These words you haven’t heard have their own life.
“The Everyday Riddle
By Maggie McGinity
I don’t know why someone would want to
Come to this tomb,
This wreck of a room,
Where the flowers feel as dead as their master.
I don’t know why someone would dare to
Step foot inside
Where dreams go to die,
Failing faster and faster
I don’t know why someone would wake up
This numb and tattered core
I don’t know what all your words
I don’t know why I walk like a coffin,
Killing others’ fantasies often.
Why worry about losing my breath
When half my days I feel like death?
I don’t know why someone would come to
This well-lit grave,
Where flowers look as dead as their master.
I don’t know why someone would enter
This storm and strife.
All good things in life
Can’t last here.”
Answer my quote?