Counting days
Then hours
Then minutes
Then seconds
But then nothing
As I can count faster
Now what
I wait for the next second
Or do I slow down
Should I go on?
Will stopping get me out?
Or should I just drag on
Or perhaps be dragged
Don’t know what I am dragged into
Or what I am dragging behind
All I know is this is endless
I am tired
But my vision is greedy
Something attracts me forward
Something pulls back
Sand runs beneath
And no thread hangs in the air
So I close my eyes
To hide the vision
But it follows light
So I again head onward
Just like this poem with no end
In which too, the vision I fail to comprehend…
Loved it...
ReplyDeletewell...it wud have been even better if u had elaborated...but thanxxx
ReplyDeleteKinda abrupt... Tho it's short I fell you've dragged it a bit. This is jus my perception... No hard feelings pls:)
ReplyDeleteKeep it rollin;)
though u may have tried to be specific....but i feel the scope is much varied n vast...the feeling is so pervasive...
ReplyDeleteit cud be retitled as m i losing myself in the labyrinths of subjectivity....[:P]
wat do u think wud be the way out??
Good post.
ReplyDeleteThe ravings that all of us go through...but few know them for their true countenance.
ReplyDeleteNot that u address the cause with a solution but have created a piece of beauty and finesse that gets emphasized in its graininess...