I cant turn back time,
Undo mistakes of mine
Things said, done- a regret
anamnesis too bitter to forget
It was hazy, but I can see now
inadvertently to distance bonds, I’d taken a vow
The happy memories, now an illusion
My present – sadness and confusion.
All that I cherished.. an apparent delusion
Looking back, I can’t construe
Was it all real? I have no clue
tried it all, a futile introspection
disoriented, I seek direction
An acerbic realization- too late to change
I’ve accepted – the derange.
Where do I go from here,
Images from the past, haunt and sneer
A struggle to move on, these grudges I hold
“you have to let go”, so I was told
cant!, these wounds are deep, the scars too old
Smile- a pretence, an ego to uphold
I’m tired of this façade, this dissembling and show.
I see the pity, the aware bestow
Its difficult to pretend that I don’t know.
The hatred, it eats me, drains me slow.
Petulance, anger – a feat to regress
through these rhymes I pour and confess
no soul to talk to, understand or express
enshrouded by darkness that has me possess
I tried, I endeavored.. an attempt to sort
from a buddy, received unexpected support
yet alls broken, balance distort
painful soldering, synapses wrought
Things I loved, kept me entertaining,
take ‘em away, it’s now suffocating.
I’m sat here alone, wondering, debating..
No point hating..
This phase should soon fade.. I’m just waiting…
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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Oh..yaar...too good
ReplyDeletereally nice..
So true...
Sanguinely vibrant...yet rather showering paeans for sumthin I din understand,got a question...
ReplyDeletepoetry almost always has a precedent ranging from occasional lucid interval(aka brain farts) to utter chagrin...wats urs???
Poetry is incomplete widout the foreplay that leads to it....to me it looks like a cavil of discernible disdain...