|The Line — 13
Poem
In-between of death and life, Between those laughs and cries, between failures and successes, what do you call that lies?
Do I have a future?
A place to go a place to be?
Stuck beneath the sea
Its tides move back and forth
Leaving some water on the shore
I cannot be a part of the water
I cannot move up
And bear to live a losing battle
Dwelling under the roots of the tree
Sucking my will and energy
Stealing air for its leaves
No, I don’t wanna live
Down or up the line
Wanna live with the line
Stuck between two minds
One stays dead and deserted
The other seems hyped and flooded
Graved thoughts and senses
Numb heart and paces
Walking deadly, barely making a move
Trying doesn’t seem to improve
Hoping, for someone to stop and shove
Me from behind
Cause I am a little off time
My legs seem to be not fine
Cause the last time I tried
Creeping off the floor
All the weight I owned
Shifted down till my toes
I am sorry, I cannot carry any of me anymore
Hear me or help me
Otherwise, I will be gone
In time, I’ll try making a truce with the devil
Asking him to spare my will
Come in time, don’t help me to further rhyme
Just hear me and I’ll be fine
If not, I’ll be dwelling on the line
Find me when you’re under the grime
You’ll have to move a bit more
To reach where I dwell — on the line.
© Aasma Gupta 2021
Thanks a lot for reading my poem! Fortunately, this one’s a part of a bigger family i.e., it’s a series. The series, ’13’, is a short one and has no more than six poems. You can check it out on my profile, or get the next poem here.
