Poems of The Sad ( Part I)

When did life become such clutter?

Endless to-do lists…

most of them undone;

by the end of the month

I have collected all my rotten fruit.

I cannot eat them,

and I am hungry.

Long before I knew what this could mean

I wanted it, I longed for it,

romanticised the city lights, the coffee cups, the sound of horns;

now drained, no train can take me out of it, towards home.

When, by mistake, you’ve said your prayers

too early they’ve come true;

you pray again and wish

there was a way you could undo

the past,

the spell.

but no one listens anymore;

you only get one shot at wishes,

maybe two?

then why didn’ you stop me when I was 22?

I could have saves one for my wiser self.

Look what I’m left with now

Look how they left;

choreographed by time

and danced by life alone…

who says I even want to make it to the shore?

not now

when leaves are brown

and body tired

not anymore