long lost poem
sorry for having not
written the words
the necessary ones
so much is left undone
and i did not have the courage
to connect with my rage
in a meaningful way
instead silently I stay
within danger’s foray
as one relentlessly pray
against ultimate decay.
sorry for forgetting
who i am, in the midst of all
being no stranger to existential crisis
i waited and waited for the sun to rise
it finally did, but i wasn’t there
so i got back to rage
blaming you, the internet age
sufficiently to say
i become lost again
in some pedantic oblivion.
sorry for the ineptitudes
sorry for my love’s servitude
in my delicate blindness
i swallow pride with unfit kindness
wondering how am i still bleeding
from comprehensible tyranny?
this long lost poem echoes
in the depths of chaotic caves
immersing hope with all its rave
dying of shame in my well-constructed grave.
