Remains - Poem by Shreej k.c
Sometimes you get so used to the pain
even when you have moments to smile
the heaviness pulls back into bittersweet aisle.
What if a day, you smile the way you used to
no longer lend excuses for them to hurt you,
will you miss the pain
the way you miss the purity now?
Sometimes you dream in contrast with the reality
even when you see they no more hold the ground
other than to weigh you down, distressed and bound.
What if a day, dreams change or you give up on them
no longer find their way to your sleep sound,
will you chase them then
the way you chase grail now?
Sometimes you long for the different
even when you see the bliss now and here
like in horror show, your buried half calls you afar.
What if a day, the ghost dies or you make it there
no longer the yearning tells to touch the intangible,
will you still feel the longing
the way you feel the saudade now?
Sometimes you get so obssessed with the conundrum
even when your heart explodes, sucks out the lung
yet too effete, seen or felt by none.
What if a day, everything falls into a place
no longer need to wear the logical brace,
will you crave for the chaos
the way you crave for the serenity now?
Sometimes you fight too long
even when you see no further step
than to stop and pretend you never started.
What if a day, you regain your shattered perspective
no longer feelings need to veil in the sarcasm,
will you still feel like a weary warrior
the way you feel tired now?
Overnight? in a moment? will it change?
How will you feel? Scary? Strange?
or is it that
cramp, chasing, coveting, chaos, conflict
remain till your remains remain?
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