Across Another Time
Stood at the edge of the last boundary,
Between the Living Gone and the One to come.
All above dreaming, sleeping soundly,
Of a life from whence there's no need to run.
The edges of time lay frayed and thin,
Nothing to hold back the traveller's mind.
The only question is from where to begin,
And that depends on what is hoped to find.
Take a step out into the void and fall,
Or climb or fly, there's no way to tell.
And no one left to answer the final call,
And nothing left in hand to trade nor sell.
Alone, and nothing to hold one back,
From leaving the path and taking another way.
No tether to the past, nor love of track,
Missing a single reason to continue to stay.
All that is behind is the shattered shards,
Of hopes and dreams broken upon life itself.
I guess it wasn't in the stars or the cards,
To live a full life, beyond the shelf.
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Reminds me of what people's lives will be like after the apocalypse, if one should ever happen and assuming there are survivors. The efforts to begin to build society afresh would be slow and agonizing.
Life is so fragile that we must take the utmost care of it, whether as individuals or a species. It's so easily destroyed.
They were my favourite lines too - what is hoped to find sums up where we are heading into such an uncertain future, especially with the advent of AI promising to uproot our current way of life.
And I suspect that if rebuilding, it would be rebuilt in the same image as before the apocalypse. We aren't very smart.
It is true that we often get confused about where to start. But before that, we should decide what we really want to be or what we want to have or where we want to go? And we should start or take action accordingly.
Yet we generally don't even have a vague idea. let alone a clear image in our awareness.
The desire to escape and the feeling of being held back by memories creates a deep emotion on most of us.
I wonder if we all feel held back, or if only most of us?
I don't think we all.
Act is the single most powerful decision one can make. Wht happens after is merely the outcomes 😊
Yes. Playing the odds doesn't always mean the result comes, but it increases the opportunity.
I found the tone of your poem effectively captures a sense of solitude and introspection and the free verse you've chosen contributes to this. Your exploration of choice, fate, and the unknown is thoughtfully developed successfully.
I only have free verse available to me :)
I am really bad at poetry, but this sounds to me like this poem is about a person standing at a threshold after their old life has gone away, facing the frightening freedom of starting completely over without any guarantee that the next chapter will be better...