Will You Read It, If I Miss It?

Every hour of every day,
I kept walking on the sands of desire
And each new step made me feel
I am yet to cover miles in the desert of desire
And reach the milestone of Reality
I kept walking every hour of every day
Until I felt my journey ended
Or I could feel the sight of the milestone
That welcomed me into the Real world

Every hour of every day was a new time for me
Acknowledging the bottomless sea of desire within me
I could knew of desire that I do not know to name
Yet it gave me oomph to walk on and on and on
And so I walked every hour of every day
But now more unprompted and artless
I walked on and on and on
Until I felt my journey would be a poem to remember
That I will read aloud, when I enter the Real world

Every hour of every day the newness of the hours shrank
Slumbering difference to similarity
I could feel that new desires are ending inside
And that made my steps grew feeble again
Now I walked but desire upon desire strutting
To consume one within the other
Till all of them became one or none
And I could negotiate no longer
But I still had the poem to be read when entering the Real world

Every hour became a day and every day
I scared may not turn into hours again
For hours deceived me by sheltering desires
And then they reproduce but to become one again
But still I had the poem to be read
And I walked on and on and on
For there was no resting place.
I would walk to the Real world to read my poem
And rest somewhere outside the Real world some hour of some day.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Emily Petrauskas.

 

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