Is There?

-Is There?-
by
Keaton Foster



Is there any truth,
To the lies that have been told?

Is there any meaning,
To the purpose we have been shown?

Is there any reason,
For the seeds we have sown?

Is there any hope,
In the places that we know?

Is there an escape,
From the dangers that have been imposed?

Is there any relief,
From the terrible pain that we deal?

Is there any purpose defined,
For any of us to even give life a fighting try?

Is there any smile,
That will allow for us to get by?

Is there anyone,
That loves us as we truly are?

Is there anyone who knows,
The absolute truth about what we are?

Is there cause why,
We should tell all of our secrets?

Is there any chance,
That we will ever be forgiven?

Is there any hope,
Left in our dismantled hearts?

Is there any life left,
For us to truly begin to live?

Is there any point,
Has there ever been to any of this?

Is there any end,
At least one that we can be comfortable with?

Is there any purpose,
To this poem or just questions asked?

Is there?


Is There?
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.