Thursday, March 08, 2007

Lost Time

Here is a poem I had written when I was even stupider than I am now.
I still had hope then.
It was a phase of my life when I was afraid I would die young.
die without having experienced the one or two good things one can find, in this realm of existence.

To whomsoever it may concern... If

Tell me when…
I shall wait
Just like I always do.
Just as, I have always done.
As a consequence of having resigned myself to my fate,
I wait in silence
Wait in anticipation of what’s due to me.
In the hope that this anticipation shall reduce
The dread of that moment
Forever.
Every moment I struggle to come to terms with life.
To understand the triviality of death.
Of that seemingly endless phase of non-existence.
Where I shall be free from the worries and the banalities of this pointless existence

3 comments:

sketches said...

“Endless pain of non-existence???”
Whatever happened to you dear, why write such a depressing poem even back then?“Endless pain of non-existence???”
Whatever happened to you dear, why write such a depressing poem even back then?

But anywayz nicely written :)

sketches said...

oops, i noticed my comment has been written twice, uff...the drawback of copy-paste :)

HelterSkelter said...

Yeah that's the point alright!