Rondelet

I would ask why
It is that from others I shrink
I would ask why
It is that my eyes always cry
When into depression I sink
Bothered by what I always think
I would ask why

/ / /

This poem was written for the rondelet prompt at Poetic Form Fridays at Poetic Asides.

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