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Days' number and my value decays So I set out to seek that of eternal worth At a focal moment, the map now walks before me So I move closer for better inspection Still, I am treading on foreign lands. I do not want to be in darkness I keep myself close to the lighthouse, and my beacon always in reach Curiously pondering over a reflection of myself I am convicted and the turbulence of escape has exhausted my potential I trace the course as each nautical mile pulls me further away from the typical reality I am afraid to lose And yet by myself, there is no point to prove Keeping myself afloat has drawn all my energy And I am frozen from being afraid to sink
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
Miles away from reality
Days' number and my value decays So I set out to seek that of eternal worth At a focal moment, the map now walks before me So I move closer for better inspection Still, I am treading on foreign lands. I do not want to be in darkness I keep myself close to the lighthouse, and my beacon always in reach Curiously pondering over a reflection of myself I am convicted and the turbulence of escape has exhausted my potential I trace the course as each nautical mile pulls me further away from the typical reality I am afraid to lose And yet by myself, there is no point to prove Keeping myself afloat has drawn all my energy And I am frozen from being afraid to sink
This is inspired by the idea of being withdrawn from society without actually burning any bridges - hence the lighthouse. The beacon can be a cellphone - the quickest way to call for help. Yet I am exploring. The picture of the reflection of myself is very important as it inspired the idea of being out at sea but I am not searching for myself rather, I am searching for like-minded people.
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
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