A Question Asked Of Others Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

WHY?
Is often heard to be a question,
Asked of others.
But seldom is that question asked,
To ourselves with an answer to get.
There is 'something' about self-examining,
That leaves many people appalled by it.

A 'why' to ask with it done to sit,
Has a way to have an answer.
And without an explanation needed.
Although alone with the answer,
Many of us resist it and quick.
Coming to face to face with reality,
Can be a traumatic and life changing...
Head trip.

However,
Denials seem to be used more to excuse,
An acceptance of truth to refuse.
With a relief someone expects them...
To join other voices,
Who have also made the choice...
Of believing their 'whys' to ask,
Would be better answered...
If all of their eyes express the same innocence.

'How are my eyes?
Do they have that childish stare? '

~Tilt your head to the right.
Then move your eyes slowly up to the left.
That's it.
Now anything said will be approved and accepted.~

And an innocence like this to collectively confront,
Is difficult to defend against...
With a truth to say it that will leave many stunned.
To know but disbelieve they are the ones...
Who should be providing the answers to come.
And not the ones finding more time to waste it,
Done!