Unasked Questions Poem by Cheryl A. Caron

Life is full of unasked questions
That tie our tongues so we won't mention
Our fears of falling or releasing the tension
Of years of pent up frustrations
Endless aggravations
Sessions upon sessions of regressions
Turned into futile aggressions
Wallowing in what should be confessions
This whole world is a sad, sad place
Human race suffocating human race
Swallowing pills just to take the place
Of what should be feelings
But instead leaves false ceilings
Of hope; people praying to higher powers
Wondering in the back of their minds if they really exist
If life has some plot or some secret turn or twist
And in the end realizing that we are all
Desperate, alone, and ready to fall
At any given moment; no matter how strong the wall


copyright 2008 Cheryl A. Caron