They Ask

Fri, 06/28/2013 - 01:20 -- NatBad

She asked me today,

"How do you feel?"

And I had nothing

There was nothing to say

Because I didn't know


Months ago,

My parents asked me,

"Why didn't you tell us?"

And I said nothing

Because they couldn't know


I've been asked times before,

"Why did you do that?"

"Can you explain this?"

"How come you know that?"

And I willingly say.


But there's a line I draw,

The things in my mind, 

What my parents ask-

What the woman asks-

I can't say. 


I stop.

I breathe.

But they ask.

And there is no answer.

At least not one I know of, as of today. 


One day, there might be a way,

I can tell them how that look they always use

Sent me into a spiral. 

I can answer the questions they ask,

Maybe, one day, some way.

Guide that inspired this poem: 



Good poem. I think we all ponder upon the thought how we can explain our actions and thoughts to the people we love and care about. We don't know how to explain our innermost feelings to them. Please read my poems and tell me what you think.

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