Friday, 7 April 2017

Simulacrum

Thought I ran past that raging fire,
slaying all those dragons!
But then came a gentle breeze
and here I am, tumbling down like a house of cards.
They say, i'm gonna be okay
but I know it's just an empty promise.

Sleepless nights, and gruesome days,
slowly wear down this icy demeanor,
and I see myself going round 'n round.
Breaking down, and standing tall, over and again..
as I try and fail, to win over myself,
with a mirthless chuckle, I start the charade all over again!


A/n : Simulacrum, usually means representation or imitation of something. Though the word took it's origin in late 16th century as imitating art, it later found associations with inferiority. Isn't that how one feel sometimes, starting as something pure, but as time goes on, it feel like they're imitating themselves, an inferior version to be more precise! 
Though this is gloomy, and sometimes we have to keep up with the charade, I guess what's important is going forward, even when you know you'll probably go in circles, or that you'd break down and might have to just get up, brush that dirt off and keep moving again. 





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