I’m asking questions with no answers

I’m asking questions outloud

Questions like “Where is everyone now?”

no one will think im mad for talking outloud

cause no one is here anyways

im looking around the room

my eyes have traced the same space of wall

over and over again

and the gut that is yanked backwards through my body

is but yet another night

i accept the pure raw pain

like the craziest wind storm

that you are suffering from

and i forgot that night

when the next day

i found myself asking again

“where is everyone?”