I so many questions

A Poem by resurgent_amen

I have so many questions

so many answers that fall

short of quantifiable

definitive, absolute

there are six bordering on

nine billion reasons to live

in todays world without grief

to touch one person makes

all worth everything, nothing

i reside within the shallows,

reaching deeply within this

embracing all that is wrong

to do one thing, to do one thing

right, to love all endlessly

i am in a position

somewhat stationary....

wanting so badly to jump,

to leave everyone to fend

to break off from the heartless

i am filled with wholesome sounds

i am filled with wholesome sounds

i imagine how your hand feels on mine

how i would sigh with your palm on my back

i am filled with wholesome sounds