Roaming endlessly, painfully
A bleeding heart without solace
Nowhere to stay, nowhere to rest
No space for the morning rays
No home, no friend
What worth, what is left
Nothing gained, all lost
Of all peace I am bereft
Loss is lost, gain is lost
Nihil, Naught, Nothing, None
No one can console
The heart of this lonely one
Forgotten dreams of avalon
Of cool breeze and light
Galloping white horses
With flowing manes bright
The horses run free
The birds flew away
Leaving me behind
Awaiting my own day
Hope, Light, Pain is lost
Searching for my true name
Which I lost in delusion -
My infinitely petty game
I search through clouds hopelessly
Desolate, Lost, Wretched, Forlorn
Tell me my true name, I implore
The one I had before I was born.
Epilogue: Following are the metaphors I intended: Night, Darkness, Clouds are symbolic of confusion and cluelessness. Morning rays, White Horses, Birds are symbolic of clarity and freedom. The delusion I refer to is the game of continual desires that we inappropriately refer to as life. Inspired by “Nemo” by Nightwish, whose lyrics contain the title of this poem. The poem is about who I am.
An empty room in an empty house,
A wooden table in the midst, glistening.
A boombox on the table blares
And strains in the silence, listening.
A bird outside chirps incessantly,
Trying to break free, seemingly in rage.
But every tree, every leaf is mute,
The silence an overarching cage.
Standing in the room, I think mutely,
“If the silence breaks, all would be free.
It has captured and enslaved,
The bird is a slave, so is the tree.”
Conscripts to the deafening silence,
The heavens seem a deaf profanity,
No more can I brook this. I scream
A loud cry, the bugle of mutiny.
All my rage, my energy, even my self
Disappear into my deafening noise,
And suddenly I see: sound and silence
Are one, Sound is silence’s voice.
Epilogue:
Now I can hear the bird’s sonorous
Song, the boombox playing mellifluously,
And yet both are silent, as if singing
The song of silence, merrily, blissfully.
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Finished looking for the answers
Now I’m looking for the questions.
Taken from the lyrics of “Backwards” by Apartment 26.
