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

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