POETIC REVIVAL

It creeps up on you   Overtime  in slow motion  Stretching  Unending  You feel parched Hungry  You become mute  It crushes you  You crumble into yourself  You’re pulverized  And  You vanish 

It takes a long time to become self aware Just to know where you are in life, To know who you are,  Where you came from And where you're headed.  You ask yourself  What’s my mission, my goal Must I have one? Is it worth to strive for To spend a lifetime on? At some point in your journey  You discover,  That there are oceans of knowledge to learn Will you have time, should you even try? There is no rational answer. At first, it seems finding love is a child’s play, Then after countless heartbreaks You stop looking, hoping, Or you settle. Then the questions become more urgent, Whats the most fundamental factor in life? What values are paramount? Will I find them? Do I need them? If I find my answers Will that make me happy? Am I happy? Am I fulfilled? Who said happiness is important? Can I be happy when millions are miserable? Why do humans exist? Is there a divine purpose? When will we end? It’s a life time of struggle To find answers Then your time’s up.

  A Speck In Time I said,"I feel so lonely" She looked at me with empty eyes And sipped her coffee. I sat there looking at my phone. I said I should go, I left my dog alone.

Alone, isolated, forsaken. Miserable. Burdened with duty, Defeated utterly. Powerless. Guilty. Guilty of feeling self-importance. Guilty for feeling this way, Surely, compared with the multitudes I have the least suffering. What's more, I am conscious of their misery. I listen, I read and see The tragedies that befall humanity, The devastation of wars, The loss of thousands of lives Loss of country and home The brutalities inflicted on innocent people. I see the insatiable greed of dictators That will not be satisfied  Even by the blood of children and the young. I witness the poisoned minds of zealots Fed by their false prophets Out to destroy lives, values and democracy. And I am one of the multitudes That feel this pain. I'm tormented I can’t be happy with my blessings, My fortuitous ordinary life. Because I am simply human.