POETRY

How Did I Get Here?

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In the crinkled chapters of my past,
I sometimes unearth my solicitude,
Tangled in the cobwebs of reflection,
I reason my perennial solitude.

Reminiscing the diabolic chapters of my yore,
In grief I trudge through my present being,
Incapable of bypassing history,
I am stuck in an unceasing cycle of self-pitying.

With severed intrepidity I subsist,
My "amour-propre" is in shambles,
Awaiting emancipation,
I wait on cadavers of all lost battles.

This sorrowfulness is beyond my fortitude,
The suffering I can take no more,
The memories of my slaughtered past mauls me,
I yearn for this turmoil to cure!

This post is written in response to OctPoWriMo Challenge – where you’ll write a “POEM” everyday for 31 days, using the prompt word. Follow this link to learn more about it, see other submissions, and to share your own. Come and join in the fun folks!

DAY 27 prompt is – HOW DID I GET HERE?

Some may approach this question from a genetics or religious-origins point of view, especially if they are mapping their family tree. Some may approach it from a physical point of view: I took a plane, a train, and a bus, or How did I get to OctPoWriMo today? This question can stimulate so many ideas, but I wanted to touch on one of the big ones – destiny.

Poetry Form – FREE VERSE.

Depression is REAL!

PS – You may read my previous OCTPOWriMo entries at – 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31.

Happy reading y’all!

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