Poetry Monday

October 24, 2016

Questions

Do they come and go?
Are they always present?
Do they stop?

The questions I ask,
will there always be an answer?
Can I get it back?

Where have the times gone?
Where is my ignorance?
What do I lack?

This newfound revelation,
what is the difference?
When will I crack?

Forgotten pleasures.
Forgotten problems.
New questions.

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