When the world dies,
and your spirit falls,
what to do with the question that calls.
A bad decision being made,
her emotions now a mere facade,
her questions unanwserable.
Her soul crying,
her tears can never quench,
the fire forever sighing.
Siblings on opposing sides,
numb the betrayal of a bad choice.
What to do when you are in the middle?
To destroy or nurture?
What to do is the unanwserable question.
Carissa McBride
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unanwserable-question/
