I don't know why these tears still fall,
like silent rain against a wall.
I don't know why my chest feels tight,
like something's crushing out the light.
I don't know why the world's grown still,
as if it bends against my will.
No echoes answer when I cry—
just hollow air and empty sky.
I don't know why I feel erased,
like I have somehow been misplaced.
A ghost that lingers in the day,
half-alive and fading gray.
I don't know why I start to think
how close I stand upon the brink—
and wonder, in the quiet sway,
if things would change should I fade away.
The sun would rise, the clocks would chime,
the earth would spin and measure time.
The world would move without delay…
as if I'd never been this way.
I don't know why this weight won't die,
why shadows stretch across my sky.
I don't know why it stays so long—
this heavy, aching, voiceless song.
I don't know why… I only know
it pulls me deeper, soft and slow.
And all I have beneath this cry
is one dark truth:
I don't know why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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