Ouroboros

What if this is it?

This question follows me

Like a shadow, like a nickname I never liked

Clinging to me like cologne or the feeling of being watched

What if this is it?

I keep dissecting things like a pathologist

Conducting an autopsy on my wasted potential

Holding a perpetual funeral for the person I could have been

What if this is it?

People around me are making plans

And I am still frantically filling the emptiness around me

Their happiness sounds like a party happening in the other room

What if this is it?

I look back at my happy moments

I always know when something is ending 

I feel it in my bones like a dog detecting an earthquake

What if this is it?

I worry loneliness is my only friend

It has sat with me at my worst and stalked me at my best

When did I begin this pattern of destroying the things I love?

What if this is it?

I am wasting my best years

Being haunted by ghosts of the peace I have murdered

They pace outside my bedroom door like an angry mother or a hungry animal

What if this is it?

What if I cannot outrun all of these questions?

Am I doomed to spend my days chasing my wounded tail?

Like an ouroboros running circles around its own indifference

Reviews

[Poetess]

I love how introspective your work is. “When did I begin this pattern of destroying the things I love?” Wow. Amazing.

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you so much :)

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. Very well crafted.

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you :)

[Arundass TP]

This poem is brilliantly written it provokes question s inside myself. Great

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you very much!

[zain danyal]

"Clinging to me like cologne or the feeling of being watched", awesome use of the mundane for horror and for allusions to the overal theme. Just spectacular work!

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you so much :))