I besiege my questions with a barbed barricade,
Locking them out of my labyrinthine mind.
For they revile my soul and await to tumble out
From the metaphorical abyss they are recumbent in.

I recall words of folklore -
“Actions speak louder than words”
But certainly, no action could cut so deep -
The way the questions etched into me.

I hear them like echoes through this...