More Questions

More Questions

A Chapter by Debbie Barry
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Another poem seeking answers about life. My teen years were very confused, especially the later ones.

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More Questions

 


September 23, 1988


I ask questions.
I seek answers.
They are the same questions.

They have elusive answers.


I am not the first
To look to the heavens
And ask them.


I am not the first
To wonder what is,
Or why, or how.

I will not be the last.


I am just one
Of a long line
Of questioning souls.


I ask: "Why are we here?"
I ask: "How are we here?"
I ask: "Where is here?"
I ask: "When is now?"


I ask what the future
Has to do with the past,
And how we slight mortals
Fit into the future.


I ask about life,
And death,
And love,
And war,
And peace,
And joy,
And time,


And all the questions
Start and end with why.


Every why
Gives me a new why.
It is frustrating,
But I keep asking.


I keep seeking answers
To answerless questions.
Perhaps I will stop,
But when I stop,
I will be dead.


For I live on learning,
And I learn from questions.

 




© 2017 Debbie Barry



Author's Note

Debbie Barry
I wrote this when I was 19. Initial reactions appreciated.

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My Youngish Adult Poetry


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Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI



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