Questions

It's late, almost at the point that it's too late to sleep anyway- so what time is better to be questioning the fundamental elements of your life?

What is below, without above?

And what is a life without a light?

And is a dog with a bone

Still oh so alone,

Just trapped- like a bird without flight?

What is a faith, without a love?

And what is a cloud without the sky?

And does that perfect smile

Fade after a while,

Yet still you choose to live a lie?

Author's Note

Shaky opening lines to the verses, not entirely sure if the format works?

Reviews

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

I think it works rather well :)