Not Enough AnswersA Poem by Eleña ♥ MilanEnd every line in a question. Never stop asking questions..
It was a question that I had worn on my lips for days on end- Draw a monster. Why is it a monster?
Among all the treacherous of the world, who are we to decide? And to decide, what questions do we even begin to ask..? Who are you? Who am I? Why are we here? Would you rather not know if there is life after death, or never learn whether there is other signs on intelligent life on Earth? Would you stay here knowing that all that it's casued you is pain? Do you appreciate the pain.. the sorrow? And we will always know for certain our truth, but do we speak it? Is the breath of your words to light that you lose it in the crisp air? So many questions, damn it! But how much time do we have to answer? And we're all walking around asking "Why?" But why haven't we been asking "How?" in the first place? © 2017 Eleña ♥ MilanAuthor's Note
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