The Perpetual Plight of Being

[elizabethvisser]

From the birth of breath,
your young mind
burdened,
thoughts? imprisoned,
feet fettered to the pilgrimage of humanity

You’re flying, flying!
falling?

fallen.

still, time passes,
you wander on -
and the
ones that burned the
brightest
fall so fast
and
pass
you
by.

- their odyssey of existence
deemed
but a futile plight.

“I’m still young”, you say
but vitality fades, radiance dulls
and
eventually, or is it suddenly?
your head once
determined and demanding,
is bleached reticent...hard;
unwilling to trek forward - or unable.

and yet
you’re forever searching.

Forever forgetting, that time passes,

runs out -
while you’re still
searching, searching.

and suddenly you’re

sinking

sunk,

throat burning
of words
unsaid, adventure
ignored, seconds
neglected -

- what now?

relief.

alas,

moments, memories,
you,
gone.