Poetry

what is it?


what is it?

driven by something?

rushing moments

days pass by

months keep on counting

years disappear…

..

a single spot is timeless

to add to the whole black

a soul is in silent shock

witnessing the body

running wildly,

desperately,

to touchdown the end..

..

that leaving you clueless

shredded..

no sense of pain

no time to watch

the pits you jumped up

the ladders you skipped

by will or by rush?

rush to move on..

to carry forward

a blind march

that never stops..

pauses at deathbed

bang bang!

ever thought?

where heading up?

and why?

the purpose?

is it really what you

planned for?

is it deal you coined

after years of your

metal meltdown

suppressed desires

filtered dreams

sacrificed choices?

is it a racing track?

is your life a race?

do you have time to think?

think – what is it?

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