Mind is smeared with the traces of past
It has never really bonded with the present to last
Nostalgic images invade the canvass
leaving it bright but blighted by the absence of time
Time..........and I tore in 'betweens' and 'beyonds' of reality
enmeshed in eachother like two visicious serpents of sorts
Falling ......failing....fleeting volte-foce thoughts,
calling......crying.......craving .........but cannot
Dying trivial mellifluous optimism,
smothered by improbable melancholy
A routed spirit with all temerity lost........
awaiting eagerly to breathe its perfunctory last..............
...............By Me
2 comments:
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deep...its said that no one can really understand apeom written by another..especially since theyve not undergone the experiences that inspired the poem. i stand in a similar situation. but i guess everyone can relate to ur poem in one way or the other.
keep writing
chris
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