The questions you asked but to which I had no reply <br />But I wished I had, the replies to <br />The questions you had asked but never really asked <br />Remained in my life, murmuring every now and again <br />I thought of them amongst the debris of my life <br />I rephrased them and answered them in my heart <br />My soul had gone, every waking hour, to your door. <br /> <br />When I saw you years later I saw the same questions in your eyes. <br />The surprise of it all was that my existence was just a pack of lies. <br />Just a heap of rubble I had shifted this way and that <br />And tried to build an anorexic existence without substance, <br />Without even the framework of dreams. <br /> <br />Ask me now, before the year dies a little. <br />The fragility of this fate will quicken and burn <br />I will struggle to listen and to learn: <br />Ask me where meanings lie; ask me if I <br />Have any answers to give now, before goodbye. <br />Don't remind me the past: I was different and not very wise <br />I was the uncertainty of the air, the sun, the skies <br />I was as constant as the sun, the planets and tides <br /> <br />If you had only known that; my battles with everyday <br />Were often in the middle of insomniac nights <br />I thought to die, but my blood surged strong. <br />I wanted to lie passively and wait for the sunrise <br />The moon rose, instead and this story went wrong. <br /> <br />Ask me now, I have answers to give. <br />Don't ask for explications my life is what I have <br />In my hands to give, before your eyes <br />I have the answers here, if you have the questions hence <br />In simpicity, in acquiescence.. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acquiescence/
