Is it a joke, we ask ourselves
The life we live, it makes no sense
Are we being played?
And why it’s like we’re predestined to lose?
Stuck in a haze, unable to move.
The very best, we already give
But life’s a selfish to give us a bid
Oftentimes, we don’t get what we want and need
Even all that we had,
Are taken from us all at once.
Are we in a circle?
Started somewhere and ended up there again
Unable to go to the place we lust after
Like a body drowning despite fighting
The terrible waves of mistakes and failing.
Yes, we were
Yes, we still are
Maybe tomorrow’s gonna be a huge mist too
Is it postponed, our breakthrough?
Will there be a time
When someone will explain
All our losses which despise respite?
Are they really worth it?
Every waking moment we hope
That we finally understand
Our sole purpose in this oblate-spheroid world
Maybe we can forgive
Every pain which dampened our souls.
Every sleeping moment we pray
May the stars please align for us
Let the days ahead work for me
I want my moment…
One day, I’ll no longer be in a round haze
One day, I’ll comprehend all the wondering
One day, I am to set free and find myself
Going out of the circle and making my own shape
I hope I will, I hope we will.
P.S. This is the poem who gave me the 4th place in the Poetry Writing Contest- English, in the 9th CHEPC, a press conference for Tertiary Campus Journalists➡ Bagged Two Awards Even Under Tremendous Stress|CHEPC|Feature Writing|Poetry Writing|.
We were asked to write in a free verse, a poetry in which you’ll associate a shape to a certain emotion.