I Have a Question (a poem)

God,

Mirror Mirror,

Sweetheart,

Mother,

I have a question.

Who am I?
And what am I?
And where am I?

And where’s the way?

And can I turn back?

Why did you,
And how could he?

For how long?

And why not me?

Where were you then?

And where are you now?

Will you come back?

Or are you too far?

What have I done?

Can you forgive?

Why do you ask
What I can’t give?

What’s your purpose?

What’s the reason?

When will it end?
Or will it ever?

God,

Mirror Mirror,

Sweetheart,

Mother,

I have a question.

But each question

Breeds another question

And there’s no time to ask

All I want to know.

So to condense every question

Into one that covers all,

I just ask:

What the fuck?