Questions

[pothole50]

What is the point,why carry on?
When all the trust we had has gone
The questions that were asked once more
Were asked once more, once more before
I’m not a fool with questions asked
You save the questions moments last
So why not ask the questions when
Comments made once more again
It must be hard not knowing me
My world so private no one can see
But then I open up and say
Not knowing it would be this way
As time goes on you will learn more
That’s if you want me at your door
Don’t save the questions to the last
Of things long buried in the past

[billy]

hi pothole.

a rhetorical poem that begs the question .
good end rhymes. and the meter's almost there too.

thanks for the read.

[nothing_good16]

I really like the mood that the repetition ("The questions that were asked once more Were asked once more, once more before") and rest of the poem portrays. The flow is nice. I was just wondering would it be meaningful to place quotations at the end where you are saying what you "open up and say"? Good poem though! :-)