If You Have to Ask
This type of poem is called a ghazal and it has a very specific structure. It's set to fit with Leia's feelings of guilt and grief after the destruction of Alderaan.
You're running up a hill too steep and you can't take it anymore.
You're waiting on-edge of an ocean too deep and you can't take it anymore.
Life is the death of all time and time is relentless and fierce.
Its struggles like these everyone has to leap and you can't take it anymore.
You're up and running and scrambling and falling and dying to find your way.
But it is too difficult to find a pace to keep and you can't take it anymore.
The street is stretched too far and when you reach the impossible end, it turns.
Tired of the labyrinth, you lay down and weep because you can't take it anymore.
The tears are dried away; you begin to walk but nowhere is the only open door.
Your place is uncharted and there's no map to keep and you can't take it anymore.
You're lost on a place so familiar, yet undeniably, unfathomably strange.
It's a nightmare but you can't fall back asleep, and you can't take it anymore.
You're seeing in colors and one by one they abandon your sight til you're gray.
You realize there are no profits to reap and you can't take it anymore.
There's a truth to all words and with all words there is guile and deceit.
Now it's how far out of the tunnel you must creep, but you can't take it anymore.
You feel there's nothing left to fight for, but the fraying thread won't snap for you.
You melt into sand and into the cracks you seep but you can't take it anymore.
Your love and life and being is vanished and faded away into darkest of nights.
You've gone and turned into a crumpled heap and still you can't take it anymore.
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