Questions. Poem by Mike Tonkin
Questions.
I ask
Questions
Of you,
I hear them
Echoing
Down the
Steps of time
In vain.
They give
A sharp cry
And die.
I mourn their
Passing,
But so many
Have died
I no longer
Remember
Them.
Questions I am
Immersed in
I ask you,
It is as if you
Do not
Hear.
They cling to
Life
Willing you to
Answer,
But they are
Not heard.
And go
Unnoticed.
They
Die
Unfulfilled.
..
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thank you for such a delicate, well structured and beautiful poem.- natalie