The who, the what, the where, last the why
Constant questions with yet a reply
Which begin an obscure tic, tic, tic
Pattern, meter in waves that mimic
Who is It, What is It, Where is It, Why is It
The who, the what, the where, last the why
Hard to hear, beating in gentle sigh
Rhythm that beats, beats, then beats again
Lean in close and attempt to listen
Who am I, What am I, Where am I, Why am I
The who, the what, the where, last the why
Don’t fear, in all dormant it’ll lie
Drum, drum, drumming, just aching the soul
Till mind, body, and spirit not whole
Who is It, What is It, Where is It, Why is It
The who, the what, the where, last the why
Constant questions with yet a reply
Ignore its melody, put up fight
Pretend one more day that something's right
YOU ARE READING
Shadow Ponders: Poetry For Those Asphodels
Poetry“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. ...live in the question.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
