Not quite

A poem about life and how it feels

Life´s really not quite

it has that quality to it

it has that feeling to it

like standing on a open field surrounded by a beatiful view

like the need to be alone but not by yourself

like the long walk through a corridor when you know at it's end there's no more

like  liminal space

like a sunset

beautiful and sad, remembering and longing, hoping and awaiting

in between the blue and the black, an amalgam 

being happy but not quite, because the high is past

being beautiful but not quite, because the end is coming

an amalgam a flurry of thoughts and emotions but not quite

because you cant name them all

but you have the feeling the not quite

like its been a long time coming

melacholic and sad, like the best has passed

omminous and creeping, final and stern because sun is seting on you

because the end is at the horizon, the end is here

but really not quite

my life´s been feeling like that for a long long time

and i couldn't find the words to describe the feeling, that feeling of not quite, of that happiness, uneasiness, looking forward

to and back to, of a beginning that i dont quite remember, a high point in my life that only comes to mind in memories, but a very opresive and ever present feeling that i´m at the curtain call, like the play has already played itself,like the best parts

are done, like it's the end,

just not quite yet. Like the only thing missing is the final dot

Author's Note

English isn´t my first language, neither is poetry. How does it make you feel? Does it describe the feeling well? Was it a good representation of how i feel?