A Poem by Tiffany K. Charles

How can I see through the smoke and haze? When the sheets of rain blur my vision and I can't see the tip of my nose.

How can I smell the sweetness in the air when the cinders and ash clogs my airways.....

How will I stay dry when the acid rain burns all humanity of it's compassion and empathy?

How can love find it's way to me when there is no want for commitment and honesty?

How can the sun rise when the sky stays filled with hate and animosity?

When will the world see happiness when it's sorrow is it's joy?

How will you know I'm your first true love if you're blinded by your past?

Tell me where I can find the answer if the question itself is under scrutiny?

How can I open the door with the key if the lock is missing?

If the stairs lead to your heart, but there is no landing to the top, how can I find it?

How do you stop the judgment of others when you can't stop the of yourself?

Why are you so vain when your soul is so dull?

How can you better yourself...... When you neglect yourself?

How can you let me in when your door is sealed up?

An how can, how be, how when, how is the only question and yet the very answer.


© 2017 Tiffany K. Charles

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Great job Tiffany, this really makes the ready analyze themselves...

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The amount of questions makes this piece very interesting to read.It flows very well.Nice job

Posted 1 Year Ago

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A poem of many questions. I like the flow of thoughts seeking proper answer leading to proper ending. Old man wisdom. It seem questions just lead to more questions. Thank you Tiffany for sharing the excellent poetry.

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Added on February 15, 2017
Last Updated on February 15, 2017


Tiffany K. Charles
Tiffany K. Charles

Hollywood, FL

"Deep within my mind...... far beyond the dark cracks and spaces .... is my mind palace.... a creepy place...... damp and wet..... and..... there. In that palace.... Is where I house all my mental inf.. more..


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