of life's journey and its challenges
Dead as dead can be,
nothing left in me but a broken body,
Not wanting to rot here,
so dredging on in monotonous motion,
wishing for fulfilment
Foggy is the road ahead,
Out in the distance,
a mountain looms across the horizon,
how long I would take to reach the foot,
difficult to tell...
Reminiscence of the roads past,
how beautiful the times and places,
the sights and the spaces,
why won't the days past come back,
replace the present
...Back on the road of reality,
and think anew the road ahead,
a mountain not worth climbing,
if to just reach the peak,
what of the peaks and valleys,
nook and crannies,
without which there is no mountain,
without which life is not worth living.
2 comments:
A poem about life.. Well versed.
Hmm.. but why do I always get this emo feeling whenever I start on the first paragraph in your poems? There always seem to be the word 'dead' or 'die' or anything to do with 'death'... even tho I knw u meant them as an expression.
Anyways, at least u can come up w poems. So, good job!:)
are u complaining about life? :P hehe
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