A Child's Question Poem by Cat Windham

What is love? A bittersweet fruit?
A cup of passion that is always full?
What is love? A tragic end?
A cruel fate that has befallen many?
What is love? The singing of a heart?
The happy melody of a noble lark?
What is love? A constant fear?
Where you are afraid of all you hear?
What is life? The joy of the ride?
The adrenaline rush with your every stride?
What is life? A sorrowful existence?
One where pain is always consistence?
What is life? An exiting journey?
A constant adventure where your always learning?
What is life? A thing of selfishness?
Where you are always an emotional mess?
What is death? A sweet means of an end?
Where the cold ground is your dear friend?
What is death? A fear of life?
One taken only by those in strife?
What is death? A long awaited rest?
Where you think sleep forever is truly best?
What is death? A time of grief?
A time where loved ones turn to thieves?
Why do we live? Why are we here?
Why is there no one to comfort my fears?
Why do people hate? Why do they love?
Why do they not wish to see their home above?
Why do we laugh? Why do we feel pain?
Why do a child's questions always go unnamed?