"The Poem of the Hour"

This poem explore themes of identity, existential reflection, and the interplay between joy and sorrow. It delves into the speaker's personal history revealing the complexities of relationships.

The Poem of the Hour

“Time is finite, Geworfenheit.”

I am from the starkness of shattered windows,

wide eyes like open doors,

each moment a thread in the tapestry of my being�"

Dasein.

Caught between hearty laughter and unspoken silence,

my spiritual essence forged in the mythical fires of grief, 

where the echoes of forgotten ancestors linger like shadows.

Thrown into this life,

like leaves caught in a tempest.

The cacophony of laughter,

a mask for the silence of unspoken sorrow,

leaving me questioning�"

What is the weight of joy, 

When sorrow’s specter looms so close?

Time is finite, yet is swirls all around me,

a river of memories, flowing backwards and forwards

to and fro, a cyclical cycle experienced by all.

Each moment a quiet ripple in existence,

carrying the weight of yesterday’s dreams,

The haunting refrain of my mother’s tears,

unseen until the storm broke.

I am from the questioners, the deep-thinkers�"

the Browns who doubt, the Bradleys' who strive.

Each expectation a stone in my pocket,

weighing down my footsteps,

My steps thunder along the sorrowful path of time,

yet I am comforted by the ghosts of the past.

I stand at the precipice of choice,

ready to leap into the shadows of the unknown,

to carve my own path within the unyielding fabric of time.

“To do or die.”

Et tu, Brute?

Author's Note

I am not sure about the ending of "Et tu, Brute." I wanted to add it to convey a sense of betrayal and disappointment that I've experienced in life and to invite readers to reflect on their own experiences of this, considering that it's a reflective piece, but I am not sure if it should be tied in elsewhere or be completely abandoned.