More Questions

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A Chapter by Debbie Barry

Another poem seeking answers about life. My teen years were very confused, especially the later ones.


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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Added on November 9, 2017
Last Updated on November 9, 2017
Tags: poem, poetry, question, life, existence

My Youngish Adult Poetry


Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI

I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..