I Ask, I Wonder Poem by borgjie distura

I ask and
I wonder.
I ask many questions
I wonder about occasions.
And if this will lead me to fall
Let it be from the pinnacle.
Let it be my accusation
my utter rebellion.
A life worthy, I believe,
a life commendable to live
is possible only, if
I have questions to give.
This questing has that chance
if I allow a creative disturbance.
And if this leads my story short
Let it provoke without comfort.
Let it be my only payment
my own indictment.
This life nevertheless
is reserved, I guess,
for those who can offer
a time to ask and wonder
no matter what’s the ending
be it pain, torture or suffering.