Chandy Grace

Poetic Adventures


December 2017

Sometimes I wonder

Why I even exist. Why I even bother. Why I even care. Why I even continue. Why I even try. Sometimes, I really do wonder.


I wish I had a marvelous time.

Truly, I wish it was amazing. Yet, it was not.  It was not joyous or merry. It was an adventure I wish I could undo. I wish you had been there.  Perhaps I would not have felt so... alone.

I have no motivation. None. None. None. 

How do I make you see That you are all to me?

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