When you're midway through,
And there's a tug of war going on
Between the future and the past.
The latter attempting to lull you into mundane melancholy.
While the future makes you wonder,
If it is meant to be looked forward to,
Or to be shirked away from?
Day dreaming about the joys you look forward to,
To waking up at night with vestiges of ancient miseries.
Like living two lives concomitantly.
Seeing the present mould itself every instant
In front of your eyes.
As your mind acknowledges the burden of history
Wading in and out of consciousness.
And there's a tug of war going on
Between the future and the past.
The latter attempting to lull you into mundane melancholy.
While the future makes you wonder,
If it is meant to be looked forward to,
Or to be shirked away from?
Day dreaming about the joys you look forward to,
To waking up at night with vestiges of ancient miseries.
Like living two lives concomitantly.
Seeing the present mould itself every instant
In front of your eyes.
As your mind acknowledges the burden of history
Wading in and out of consciousness.
Haunting. There's something so... incomplete about it that it makes it seem really meaningful. Out of curiousity, was the large space at the end intentional?
ReplyDelete*curiosity
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ReplyDeleteI really wanted to close the poem with something profound, but finding myself with a lack of words and thoughts, I decided to just let it be. And see how people take it. Thanks a tonne for the appreciation!