A simple question 

A simple question in need of no discretion, though it contains the possibility of a revealing confession. 

A simple question humble in nature without much hesitation, voiced aloud may cause devastation or be taken as a sign of niave buffonery. With no absolution to be found with no hope of rest or a vacation. 

A simple question lingers in the mind, despite being professional through hard work and a healthy  obsession for success, answers linger in the environment awaiting to be found. Yet this is a question without such ease in a response, arising unannounced and profound, hijacking all other sources of curiosities. 

A simple question that won’t stay away and no means or motives can keep it at bay, a global conundrum influencing the rare and few. Igniting fires that spreads until all hopes of being extinguished are put to bed. 

A simple question being posed on to the mystery universally acknowledged as a thing of beauty and tragedy. 

A simple question with no answer insight, solely  the means to express the sentiments and origins in hopes the answer will come as the source of our liberty. 

A/N

Thank you for taking the time to read – it means a lot – and for following this poetry blog. Thank you 💚 this poem is a little protect worked on in class as combination of a riddle and a poem (with guesses to what the “simple question” could be). 

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