I can't wait forever

let go

Bright spots dissipate into lines,

Extending their span in the sky,

Rays of light travel further and further,

Until the space is covered with strings of light.

 

Images of men, women, buildings blur,

Colored shadows and forms surface,

They move like waves of water,

As people without faces.

 

Here I stand at crossroads,

Watching colors fly by,

And sounds and honks sweeping past,

Waiting for that focused image with chances nigh.

 

As garments become rags,

And black chords become grey,

I have to turn and leave this place,

I can't wait forever, though I pray.

Author's Note

Been on somewhat of a hiatus, but I'm back ~~~~
hope you'll like it :)

Reviews

[hanir]

Waiting for forever is like a huge ball of uncertainty. Creatively written!

[imagwriteine]

Thanks for you kind words hanir!!

[Maddie Reiss]

I read this as time passing and feeling stuck in the same spot. We come into this world with bright light, and then life moves in a blur. I think we all want something bigger than the bustle of everyday life, but all we find ourselves doing is just watching faceless and nameless people rushing around. I love the message that we can't wait forever because our time is so limited.

Great poem! Your language is not trite or boring, very original and creative.

[imagwriteine]

Yep that's exactly what I wanted to say - we cannot dwell for too long as our lives are too short :D
Glad that you have found my language interesting, thanks!

[Daisy]

It's really wonderful........ keep it up

[imagwriteine]

Thank you for your lovely words :D

[....................]

The first stanza reminds of me what it's like to squint against the night lights of a city as their bright dots becomes stretched beams the closer our lids get to one another, until they consume each other. The second stanza reminds me of confusion... faceless people, colours, blurs... The third stanza brings the stark realization that it's not coming, whatever the speaker is waiting for... and the final stanza brings the decision to leave, to let go. I was wondering if the 'black chords' was a reference to the Pearl Jam song or to the band... A nice write.

[imagwriteine]

Actually the black chord was supposed to be a metaphor for hair but obviously I couldn't find a good object to liken it to... thanks for your lovely comments :)

[....................]

Had I read closer I would have known what you meant. It's funny how the mind takes us to that first thought and then disengages, leaving us with only that thought.

[imagwriteine]

Haha the mind is a curious thing.
But of course writings are open to different interpretations and there are absolutely no definite answers~~~

[....................]

Amen to that!