All I Ask

little lay lay

and i ask, "what is there to life?"

and you say, "nothing, nothing at all."

and i ask again, "what is there to life?"

and the internet says "ask reddit."

and i say frustrated "i want a true answer."

and so; my question stands.

"What is there to life?"

and God says "Love."

and i say "i can't tell."

  • Author: lay lay (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 11th, 2017 21:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: What is there to life? This is my honest question because sometimes i think not a thing. Other times I think it is the things that make us who we are and our passions make us become who we become.
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Comments3

  • The Invisible

    I feel like we all feel like that at one point or another. Just some people feel it more and stronger than others. But life is life, there's no real definition of it cause everyone's life is different.

  • Augustus

    When you're not living it you can't tell. Nicely done

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    "Love" the verb - then you will tell. Love the wreath of flowers on your head; a foreshadowing of the great crown of victory in store for you blessed sister.



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