Published by: Marino Peralta
Date Published: October 30, 2024
Time Published: 9:00 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: A life without taking action is a life not lived at all.
I dream to wake from a silent madness.
The kind that speaks a thousand words,
Free of fear from a single utterance of breath,
Slithering to wrap itself around my neck,
And squeeze and squeeze until none is left.
I imagine for a life of what could've been,
A future without living in constant stasis,
When lightning shall strike a brain, static.
And consciousness sparks, kept together.
Alas, it is as they say, for regrets come too late.
The inability to provide presence in this world,
Might only give way to succumb to being forgotten,
Yearning for chances bestowed but not taken.
A plethora of ways it can manifest omitted.
While devouring knowledge, ever passively,
Seeking new endeavors, yet unmoving.
The consequences of actions only considered.
Why, I have no qualms about being a passerby.
In between fading away and shining fervently,
Yet here I am with a wish I may never attain,
For I never even tried, and tried I abstained.
Left to ponder a constant thought on purpose,
Why shall I ever need to do it, and why shall I not?
Forever to hold a dream that may fade away,
Anytime I have to choose what choice to make.
Aspirations ever unanswered and incessant,
Fill my head with no lesser form than hope.
Because I want to be something more than I am.
Because I want to be someone I can be proud of.
So I hold on nevertheless to give reality,
To a nameless dream, farther from my grasp today,
Than yesterday in ever possibly achieving.
Still, I try.
I try.
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