The Interrogation
Why does our intuition
gives us the sixth sense?
Why do we feel drawn
to speak in past tense?
Why do we put up walls,
hiding in our own defense?
Why does everything
seem so negative that
we’re in constant need
of an energy cleanse?
I’ve pondered if our
souls turn into stars,
or if we end up as the dirt
used to grow tobacco for cigars,
or if we turn into a cedar wood
tree for a musician’s guitars
although maybe, we end up as
space dust on the planet Mars
What if the shadow walking
beside us is our ghost?
What if they lie even if they've
been sworn under the oath?
When we’re anxious, is there really a
lump in the back of our throat?
When we make mistakes, is that
life’s version of taking a note?
- Leah Rae