There are no answers…
I have often found.
The more you chase them…
They go to ground.
I’ve looked in all the usual places…
Counted tears on countless faces.
Still no answers. Still no end.
Still no way to halt the trend.
Does it matter if the question lingers?
Into the pen from these odd fingers?
It has been said that answers come,
When you don’t care for the total sum –
Oblivious to the waiting game…
We search for answers to release the blame.
Save the searching for another day.
The answers come. Come what may.
© The Secret Poetess, February 2017.