I had walked evermore
through the endless corridors of time
a bored drifter. a wretched vagrant
No guidance no assistance
neither zeal nor goal
joined by bogus friends. surrounded by genuine enemies
From attempt to failure
from fame to notoriety
fleeing from a dismal past. running toward an empty future …
and then one day
Life dangled a mirror in front of my face
and in the mirror
killed before it was ever born
dashed before it was ever raised
betrayed before it was ever nurtured
over before it was ever embarked upon
destroyed before it was ever created
a face. that had gone nowhere in the world
and a consciousness. that had ceased to care
… they keep saying, It could have been worse.
but I can’t help feeling, It could have been so much better.
© Rashmi Pluscec 2013
Today’s featured poem comes from Rashmi Pluscec, a writer from Mississauga, Canada. In this piece, Rashmi conveys a sense of loss and depression, of failure and disappointment. Again, this is another piece that uses brevity and economy of language and structure to stunning effect, never saying more than it has to, but conveying more than is apparent on the first read. Another piece we are proud to feature.
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