The question mark key has died on my keyboard.
What’s a writer to do when she can no longer ask questions.
Where are you from – I will forever wonder. Where is not a country.
What is your name – surely, your name is not what.
How did this come to be – I’ll never know the answer if I can’t raise the question.
What am I to do – who is this what that I’m to do something about.
Why has this happened to my keyboard – I’ll never know now because I can’t ask the question.
Surely, I can’t go through life with no question. I must fix that key in order to keep learning.
This poem was inspired by my broken question mark key on my laptop.