Final Question

A poem by Raea Adams


If this is the end

Why ask a single question?

To save myself from an impending doom?

Some probably ask who’s their true love

Useless questions

Looking for empty answers

Looking to the sky

To find unanswered prayers.

Giving themselves peace

In their final moments.


Live then die

Stop wondering why

If you ask trivial questions

A waste of truth.

Don’t ask questions

If you can’t handle the answers.

Wisdom comes then goes

Bitter foul fate

By the time you see Death’s grace

It’s too late.


If you accept bliss’s grace

Don’t question me

Don’t judge me

Stop asking why

For your mind

It’s futile.


So my final question.


Why ask,

If it will be erased with time?