Isolated questions

 My heart sinks. I sigh long to release air!

Why am I feeling suffocated?

My heart throbs fast and fast, beats violently

What am I angry about?

My hands drip with sweat, shake, spill my coffee content
on my Chevening cup, what am I anxious about?

My eyes gleam with tears, fighting them back forcefully

What am I crying for?

Is it colour, colour?
what colour?
or is it blood, blood? 
what blood?


Should I be mad?
 why go mad? 
or should I just grieve?
 why grieve?

Should I just ask?
 why ask

isolated questions?