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BARRICADE
I try to
touch me,
I shift closer and I hit a wall of nothingness;
I need my own shoulders to lay my burden on
And instead, I cry alone.
I am irretrievably lost in the maze of years, months
and days.
Oh, that me of the past!
Oh, that unfurled spirit of my blossoming youth!
That heart which blushed with the first flush of
passion;
Where has youth gone? Where is that heart?
The sun of yesteryears shone a brilliant red,
The sea then was a shimmering blue,
The lofty green mountains did utter a thousand words
from a reverberating silence,
And life itself was one colourful story of rapturous
self-discovery!
But Time intervened, and said its time to go,
Youth flew, and innocence, too!
The corybantic blares made way for those pensive tunes
Of cares, of worries, of a painful metamorphosis,
And reason usurped the place of rhyme.
The great severer called Time
Riveted down the unfettered soul,
And an agony burst out from a lacerated heart -
Oh to be Myself! Oh, to be Me
Of those yesteryears!
Oh that impassioned soul,
Now but a desiccated rind.
It mocks me now to tell me all is in vain,
As I stand transfixed on the frozen barricade of time,
Bickering with the inner self
In search of the other self.
~Chrysalis~
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