Date Published: August 28, 2023
Time Published: 9:09 AM
Category: Poetry
Subject: Progressing during the relentless moments.
I witness momentary days with the silk of my yesteryears—
I oblige within the depth of my author's consciousness:
The luster they impart, as if waiting for their eulogy,
[I am grateful for your honor]—Yet my mother,
Perhaps it's a burden to be enlightened—
Seeing as I struggle to get a glimpse of the present moment.
My esse—[how gloomy.]
I whispered, "Redeem me from the solitary of my rigid mentality."
The simplicity of change, I eminently seek—
As I reminisce about the mockery of the people who've slandered me.
The innocence in their voices as I begin to shatter;
I stepped onward.
Continuously, rigorously—
'Till the moment when all I heard was faint,
I crumple on the altered, serene grounds.
A never-ending battle with Jejune minds,
Yet I retain to shun the presence of agitation.
Forasmuch as I am aware:
The wise are to grow—
And the paths of our pursuit,
Are unlike of the fallen—
To venture is to learn;
To experience is to live.
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