Heartbeat's Crescendo

I was in the 'zone' for this one...

 

I thought my life would last.

Maybe I asked the wrong question,

Or asked for the wrong answer,

But forever and a day is too long.

 

After life, there is Life itself,

I should have nothing to worry about.

But maybe I do.  With no fear of death,

There is no love of life.

 

I gaze at my mirror,

The reflection showing my true self;

Everything the reverse of what,

Everyone else can see.

 

My heartbeat’s the music only I can hear,

My song’s crescendo has already passed,

For years, it has played, and never will it end,

Long after my heartbeat will be forgot.

 

Thinking about it, I realise,

All I can leave behind is a footprint,

On where and who I walked this Earth,

If I don’t move, I will fade from memory.

 

My youth was wasted, wanting to be older,

Rest of my life, wishing I was younger,

Regret, Sorrow, what I did and didn’t,

I wish we knew mistakes before we learnt from them.

 

Upon the street, I am just an additional face,

Another member of another mass,

How to be different, but not crazy?

How to be seen, but not judged?

 

So many questions, no time for answers,

I ignored my precious time, trying to be different.

Maybe I asked the wrong question,

But forever and a day is too long.

Reviews

[Courtney]

HOLY CRAP! lol. this one is amazing! i LOVE it. i love the stanza about seeing yourself differently than everyone else does. i feel like you read my mind on that one (with better words ha!). I also love the imagery about the footprint and how you must move or you'll fade from memory. This one really hit home with me! GREAT WRITE!!!

[Amanda Jane]

"How to be different, but not crazy?
How to be seen, but not judged?"

That's exactly how I feel.
I love your poem. It speaks to me. :]
Great job!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

All the great questions of life that swarm through our heads everyday... Extremely well done

[BrightEyes]

a truly insightful write you've turned out here. I think we all see ourselves differently than others see us...it is hard to stand outside yourself and honestly see who you are. very nicely done.

[green girl]

"My youth was wasted, wanting to be older,
Rest of my life, wishing I was younger"

How horribly true that is. Like the rhythm, though. And I feel the tension.

[Roland Smith]

it is well written, I am glad I could read this

[Wulfstan Crumble]

You have offered a wondrous piece of reflection. The poem is maturely written and looks back on a life, i guess from someone in their 30s or 40s, which feels like it has been wasted. I cam empathize with thise one a lot. Then again Julius Caesar felt that Life started at 30 and that before that there was just waiting. I like the cyclical nature of the poem where the start is echoed in the final stanza. I like how you have rejected the impulse to end with a positive ending or morality. The wrong question for me would be that your POV has asked what have they done wrong in the past and the mistaken answer is the honest truth. The question ultimately should be what can i do in the future. This is just a personal opinion of course and many people will pick up other ideas and this is a sign of a good poem.

[Little Mouse]

Ah, so many interesting deep snippets here. The mirror reverse. Fear of death, no love of life... interesting, I relate to this, during down days, when there seems to be no joy at all; but I've come to find that not fearing death for me has more to do with knowing that this life has a grand purpose--before, during and after. I like the twist on time, and not moving and memory. It all comes together beautfully. Well done! -:3 )~~~

[Gabrielle E. M. T.]

Beautiful. Very nicely written. The words flow very nicely. Great Job! ^_^

[Lace]

Mmmmmmm. Lovely. I think I get what you're trying to say here...

Time is short, yet waiting is so difficult. Something like that. It's pretty deep. I say...kudos.