questions once plaguing me
begging me for answers
tumble into their own abyss
following what they seek
like stampeded buffalo off a cliff
it used to matter
everything did
it doesn’t any more
because it all mattered
for the wrong reasons
it’s not about me
or you
what we said
or even did
there’s so much more
beyond our words
and actions
things that really matter
just this morning
two thick dark clouds blocked the sunrise
my heart cursed the darkness
like an old man reviles his last years
filled with intolerable pain
then a funny thing happened
a piece of me died suddenly
something once mattering a great deal
now that it’s gone
it’s clear to me
it should never have been born
gone are those questions
attached to that piece of me
following their answers
into the abyss
birthing them in the first place
Poetic Alchemist 
Pat: You are so right! Thanks.
Great to be able to let things go. I let them go because I can’t remember them.
Andrew: Thanks. Much of what we worry about finds a way of disappearing when the worrying stops. At least that has been my experience. And, sometimes when new things are born inside us, the old that we don’t need any more dies.
Kai: Thank you for stopping and your comment.
Thanks Maya. Appreciate your comment.
It’s so true – we do have so many things that need to go. The problem, I guess, is that there are many things we want to die, but won’t. If only…
a wonderful pieve
dear poet
it’s been more than two weeks now I found your poetry, you are a great voice. touching, thoughtfull, analitical poems. enjoied them a lot.
sincerely
maya the poetess 🙂
Polona: Glad you found it interesting. Thanks.
that’s an interesting and thought-provoking poem!
Aurora: Thanks so much for saying that. I have been experimenting with styles, and more importantly voices.
This is another interesting side to you, Don! I’ve enjoyed seeing your various styles and subject matters these past few posts.
Kent: Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Happy trails.
This poem raised questions for me that I never ever considered. It is a stimulating poem. Thank you.
Dan: Thank you. I’m glad you do.
I like it!