Society And The Mind’s Eye

Dusted and faded, yellowed and cracked
Yet overflowing with forgotten life,
There are a hundred souls eager to reclaim
The mind’s eye from an almost nothing.
Quavering beneath the invisible ramparts
And the omnipresent tower.

Cold to idealism, yet basks in precedent,
Beats down the choking victim, always born to die.
Misplaced, out of sync, and unwilling to be saved
Somebody is newly refurbished, parts all working.
Faceless, a slave to Loman’s dream,
And all the while indisputably nothing

He needs to escape, but cannot move;
Trapped by this manic necessity to neither stay nor go
He lost sight of this book once,
Newly found, though it is far too late
And despite Holden’s inevitable demise
There is still an overarching regret.
But for now this somebody is in fact Nobody-
Reaching, striving, but ultimately dying.

Poet’s Note –
I wrote this poem during the fall semester of my senior year at University, when I was facing the prospect of becoming an independent adult (both a relief and a horror). I was trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life, and it was very difficult to compromise between what I wanted to do and what was practical, given the realities of life.

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Preeti
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Figuring out life’s purpose…happens with most, most of the times:) Amazing poem!

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