Then and Now

This is a poem I wrote when I was 16 years old- a confused, suicidal teenager who hated life and everything about it. Things obviously havent changed much since then. The poem is slightly verbose, yes, but somehow it makes me sympathise with that girl- the girl who got out of the mess she was in, only to find herself caught in an even bigger one. Who said life is easy? Sigh.



Shadows of a forgotten past,
Dark shrouds of strangulating thought,
Winding labyrinths of spiralling time,
Hazy visions of days that are no more,
An entrapped rationality, forced and unreal,
A liquid dream woven in nothingness,
Colours that fade, worn out hopes,
A life that lives but in the throes of death.
The invisible horizon delineated by thought,
And the stagnating pools of joy beyond..
Anger floods in, knocking down thought,
As the raging thunderstorms-
Of an enforced existence hold sway,
And the shadows drift past, yet again