A stillness so mine

"A Stillness so mine"

I know
I am, right now,
The weakest a human soul can ever get,
Vulnerable than any other beating heart on the planet
Probably the most unproductive being under the sun
Flawed, up to the brim
On the verge of collapsing
And giving it up
All of it, once for all.
I'm the left out one,
The one who couldn't keep pace with the rest of 'em
I'm the still one
Admist these vibrant young energies
I am the stagnant waters
And breeding in me are foul thoughts.
I'm the unstirred mess
I know I'm missing out a lot
As I stumble through this
Not so happening life of mine
I let myself get consumed
As I lay in my bed
And allow myself to rust.
I'm that tiny brook
The one that lost its way
And couldn't make it to the mighty river.
I'm that old classic novel
In those hidden shelves
That wishes to remain stacked up forever
And let dust pile on it
Layer by layer
Turning its pages pale.
I know I'll have to rise someday
Out of these foul thoughts of mine
Make my way through this stillness
Let my words echo beyond these pale pages.
And I promise I will.
But till then, let me be
All by myself, in my zone
Because this stillness feels more comforting
Than any other thing I've ever known.

Reviews

[Abhishek srivastava]

Gud one... Played well with wrds keep going

[sette]

THANKS FOR THIS POEM, IT IS SOMEWHAT UNIQUE IN TERMS OF MEANING. KEEP ON WRITING AND YOU'VE GOT A LONG WAY TO GO.