This was the first ever poem I wrote that was about a real situation that happened in my life. In this poem I am narrating an incident that happened while I was on a trip with my college friends almost a year ago. I recalled this same exact situation in early 2019 and I thought, "Why not write a poem about it?" Because I didn't feel good when it happened so maybe it'll make me feel better if I pour my thoughts out. So here's the poem:
Irrelevant time,
irrelevant place,
pink sky,
I don't care why.
It's 6.30 in the evening,
I am sitting in the backseat,
peeping into my past
through the space in between the seats.
Trying my best
not to be emotional
closed my eyes.
"Your eyes are red"
somebody asked why'
I didn't care to reply.
Slept throughout
only to realise
it's not been long
like my life,
my mess.
I am destined to be somewhere else,
not here.
not in this bus,
not behind my past,
not in this speed,
under the crying sky.
It doesn't even have tears,
it's just sad and hollow.
I want to get out,
go home
stroke the guitar strings
create melody
and forget it.
Because I know
it's not going to last long,
longer than I thought
for my whole life,
I am sure.
If you reading this, that means you read the whole poem and thank you for coming this far. I would really appreciate if you comment your interpretations about this poem in the comment section.
Thankyou.
