In this issue of S.D.R. (or Scroll Down and Read), I want to share with you a free verse poem I penned on 23rd of April year 2004. I wish that, in times when the feeling of futility comes, this work of literature would give the comfort and the wisdom that such condition is only a stage in your journey you just have to pass through.
|You realize that what you are doing is futile|
It does not mean anything to anyone...
...even to yourself.
To what purpose do you see the end of it all?
Has it come to the point when you feel no more?
And yet, you do not know what are feelings for.
So what kind of reality do you want to see?
You feel so useless, it has come to toil your glee
Your dreams have become visions of malady.
In all of these, you keep your hope alive
You still want your aspiration to get out of the hive
Because your guilt pushes you to run again with vive.
Why are you running? Where are you going? c/o Pexels / unsplash.com/photos/BjcGdM-mjL0