The Unknown Ways

A poem describing my transition from a place where I no longer belonged, where my friends had begun their growing up process, and I was struggling to find my own. Wisconsin Awaited!

Life’s too short for these dull, dreamlike days;
These never days, forgotten days, postponed.
Walking among the mist of present days,
The clockwork past playing vestiges sweet;
All the while these memorants have moved on to better plays.

No longer adolescent days,
No longer loving friends,
All have passed, all moved onward to other destinies.
Now I sit, seated in ghostly places,
Awaiting another replay, another recoil.

I said I sit, rocking this iron chair,
Dreaming of the future and beyond my porch.
And here I sit, and here I wait,
And here I decay and decrease.
Damning the energetic, cursing my lack thereof.

I have slept too long,
The alarm sounds, exclaiming the hour of the day.
Passion awaits, Fate awaits,
New avenues abound.

Up, up, up, get up!
The hour calls for triumph, perseverance, daring!
The direction is set into unknown ways,
And a wide, untried domain awaits.

Author's Note

What feelings are invoked in you? Do you know of any other poets that write along the lines of this style that I could study?