Over a wide field of few evergreens
Lie the distant greenery of the past.
No longer green or meant to last.
Slow, grow a forever dream.
Realised, never to realise again.
Formative to the end
I could ignore no longer.
Yet grew a concrete wall to defend.
Through an iron-eyed gaze
I recall from afar.
When I grazed the fields and flew far,
Navigating this never-ending maze.
Tracing through them to past
Far, without a trace.
Pass people present in a hurry,
Pass those gone and going,
Memorabilia of the past kept in a flurry-
In storerooms to be opened,
Closed lest unfettered nostalgia
Blows my sublime image
Into emancipated pieces of me,
All a delicate mirage.
Yet I piece the parts properly
With a metallic stare.
Eyes - acid corroding.
Over is the constant state in flux,
Over is our final stage
At last.
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Snippets
Poetry"Snippets" is a collection of what I deem to be the best of my early poetry. Often written late at night, I like to think of them as snippets of my phenomenological experience at certain points in life, a memory of thought out of time that I can rea...
