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Friday, May 15, 2009
Had a nap this afternoon, heavenly. Cooked my own lunch yesterday, exhilarating. I think I'm sick, damnit. At this time?!? The time when focus and alertness are the essentials to putting that stroke of ink or graphite onto the paper?!? Gosh. I really need to relax after the exams, too much sleep-lacking. If I even get to live past 20th May, that is... Sigh, I should really stop ranting about this already, dedicated one whole paragraph for it. I need to go sleep again, my body keeps turning itself off today...
Well, I finished a poem yesterday, just thought I'd post it up. It's not on love though, not really. I'm not someone who's that lovelorn, of course not.
Carriage Four, First seat from the left
What if you were to step onto a train at that timely hour,
Just in time to see life's fruits turning sour.
Eyes poring across the commuters,
You spot a man whose mood alters.
Wondering what had happened to make him downcast as such,
Beginning to realise the limits a man can endure, just how much?
Could it be love, money, dreams and ambitions?
Or have you been reading too deep and misunderstood his intentions?
No matter, because it is clearly seen,
The revelations of numbing pain,
Are things so heartless and inhumane.
The tracks grind under the wheels of the train,
As his dilemmas are pitted against.
Among the bustle of the morning crowd,
This one man with feelings slashed and hurt seems to stand out.
Perhaps he had unfortunately lost his job,
Never seen with such dejection a man sob.
To see him wince at every disturbance,
Do we dim since wrath carries abhorrence?
The intrigueing thing is, one begins to wonder,
Is why I realise I look just as down under.
When immersed in such a plight,
No one would know of which station to alight.
In Carriage Four, First seat from the left,
He looks just like myself, how deft.
Do you see yourself...
Too?
Penned-down thoughts of,
William.
The blowing wind brushes against my flowing fringe,
I closed my eyes and slept,
Deeply.
