One Last Question

How do you know that you are doing things right?

How do you know if I fall, I will rise?

How will I know that you’re not feeding me lies?

How can I trust you to be my guide?

I just have one last question

What happens when I die?

 

Can we see past our own future?

Move faith out of our way

And erase all my past mistakes

I don’t feel love

It’s hard to when there’s no one to trust

I just have one last question

When does this all end?

 

I know I look okay

But this smile is fake

Day by day hiding all of my pain

I think I need your help

I just have one last question

Why do I feel like this is hell?

 

As I smoke another cigarette

I contemplate all of my regrets

The questions spread like cancer

And you haven’t answered

I just have one last question

When do I get my chance?  

Reviews

[khalid]

the ever being asked questions. when i read this poem i ask one last questions, how many people have asked the same questions before?how many are still asking them? how many will be asking them? could any of them find any answers? your poem is great although it is filled with feelings of sorrow, pain and frustration