Asking the Right Questions

'What was that?' he asked

just then, a slice through silence,

cruising through serenity,

a bomb in my world.

Why was it asked?

You may well enquire,

designed to track down progress?

To answer our own prayers?

Silence was broken

for a reason, fell down

like a curtain shrouding

truth, folding lives of men.

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JRTF

27/09/15