Fleeting world

How can I define something so fleeting.
So subtle and so infinitely volatile.
Feelings are meant to be felt, not explained.

I used to yearn for so much,
a whisper, a touch,
something fleeting.
What good will it do to possess it only for the moment
when the next, I will be left,
mourning and bereft,
as if the most precious thing i had slipped away,
and I could not go on anymore without it.

Why is it that fleeting things have come to mean so much,
every breath of mine wishing for them,
unabashed and unashamed of feeling useless,
over and over again,
once they have passed me by.

This quest tires me now,
the pursuit of something futile forever plaguing me.
I wonder if I should wish for something lasting.
But then, how can i wish for something that endures,
in a world that is so ephemeral,
one day even the thing supposed to be lasting will go away.

I will be left again,
on the pathway of life alone and useless.

This world is but a collection of transient things and transient pleasures.
A veil that fools us to think that every happiness is meant to be forever.
I see, I learn, I experience,
every single thing meaningless now,
the soul unnourished and dissatisfied.



Poetry by broken soul
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Written on 2012-07-11 at 08:23

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