The Constant Question

The wish to help, yet hinder her
Try to converse, yet misunderstood
I smile and caress, yet depress
Wish change, but still stay as
Am I me?, are we them?
Who are we?, where do we walk?
Attempt direction, yet wrong and lost, overloaded
Knowing anger, the wayward friend that you deny, only cold
Errors are life, but still unknown
To question, is to feel, to be,
The silence starves, yet the question remains.

Ian V. Seymour ©2011

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s