Is this normal? I can hear my heart beat
I can feel my brain breathe, even in my sleep, I can feel, I can here myself pant
In my own dilemma, I am thrown aback
It feels like success here is failure there
And failure here is still failure there
I face my crossroad, unlike the usual, this time,
I've found myself standing in it and not before it
Who makes a road with quicksand?
Why has life chosen to hide from me its big smile?
Who says only vast waters can drown an entity?
I'm in my crossroad made of quicksand
In illusion real in only my mind
Countless hands willing to pull me out
But it's like they're rubber coated and oiled
All their efforts only slip pass
Perhaps what I need is not a hand to pull me out,
Perhaps what I need is a hand to tilt the jar, the jar filled with coal tar
That way I do not sink in my dilemma
That way I can merge with it.
Moreover, what is life without obstacles?
A man without problems, can only live 6feets underground.
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life