Desperation

by ttsetan

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-03-28 23:04:00

Nights followed nights, days followed days. It seems like I`ve lost touch with myself. A part of my life`s story unfolds everyday and my dreams crumble down into pieces. I am not aware of where am I really heading. I cherish no more the things that I so dearly held close to my heart. I am a wounded soldier with scars of a war lost in shame and ridden with sorrows and regrets and desperation. I`m no longer the person once I thought would be neither do I know the future self.

Happiness I have not known for long nor have I mistaken joy with happiness. I am a displaced person among a human zoo where I never belonged. An endless war has been going on in my brain but I do not know when and how it all started. It must have come about gradually `cause it took some time for me to notice. It has been going on for long © that I know for sure now.

I dwelt in the past in memories lived already, not swept by the river, not blown by the wind, not burnt by the scorching sun, not rusted by long hours in the rain…

I lived solely in the past. The life I`m living now is a trifle. I am a
Marcian on earth who forgot his way back home. I made it to a little longer – just a little longer. I didn`t fly much. I tried but I couldn`t. I couldn`t spread my wings wide and firm enough, neither could I swap them strong. I realize that I am only just a refugeeNights followed nights, days followed days. It seems like I`ve lost touch with myself. A part of my life`s story unfolds everyday and my dreams crumble down into pieces. I am not aware of where am I really heading. I cherish no more the things that I so dearly held close to my heart. I am a wounded soldier with scars of a war lost in shame and ridden with sorrows and regrets and desperation. I`m no longer the person once I thought would be neither do I know the future self.

Happiness I have not known for long nor have I mistaken joy with happiness. I am a displaced person among a human zoo where I never belonged. An endless war has been going on in my brain but I do not know when and how it all started. It must have come about gradually `cause it took some time for me to notice. It has been going on for long © that I know for sure now.

I dwelt in the past in memories lived already, not swept by the river, not blown by the wind, not burnt by the scorching sun, not rusted by long hours in the rain…

I lived solely in the past. The life I`m living now is a trifle. I am a
Marcian on earth who forgot his way back home. I made it to a little longer – just a little longer. I didn`t fly much. I tried but I couldn`t. I couldn`t spread my wings wide and firm enough, neither could I swap them strong. I realize that I am only just a refugee