Meina Aster

Rookie - 44 Points (May,16 1995 / Sumedang)

Mine - Poem by Meina Aster

An empty soul, retarded mind
What’s so called mine
Analogized to the fact that I own nothing
Don't ask me if I am breathing still
Though day is nice, night kills

I have this very small chip in my brain programmed in
Forcing me to pass the days in hope to find something
I can't maintain myself no more
I am worn out, I roar

Now I know nothing of my groan
Tomorrow I may be gone
I want a clear definition of my existence
No that you tell me I am supposed to be keen
As to why I am feeling that I am wasting my life
The life others might wish for

Could it be done
One should swap his peaceful mind with the time binding mine

Meina Aster
April 2015

Topic(s) of this poem: anger, confusion, death, depression, suicide, thought

Form: Blank Verse

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The moment when you question yourself about you existence

Comments about Mine by Meina Aster

  • Chinedu Dike (12/25/2015 7:14:00 PM)

    An insightful depiction of chaotic state of mind at very low ebb of life, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. It's an existential absurdity to conceive of life without difficulties. Faith is the watchword, it keeps those that keep the faith. Thanks for sharing Meina. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (12/9/2015 10:41:00 AM)

    I am there every moment. Thanks, Meina (Report) Reply

    Meina Aster (12/10/2015 10:28:00 PM)

    Anytime Kelly, hugs

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 9, 2015

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