Questions

In the darkness

the cold gathers and embraces

and the stars sparkle

so alive and so distant

untouchable

and in this place

the hungry ghosts

the demons of the soul howl

all the voices call

why is it am I here

where is it I will go

when I die

will I just disappear

quickly forgotten

Voices from the old days

From the future

Does anyone care?

Does anyone really care?

Enough to invest time, and love

In this meager soul

Under the clarity of an October sky

So many questions,

The answers

I don’t know