Soliloquy

Has it all gone to waste?
Now that summer’s moved on
With autumn greatly debased.
The starless gaze of early dawn
Looks quite timid when faced
With the fact that time has gone.



No chase could ever matter more
Than the one I perpetually took.
Upset dreams come to the fore
And have us all brought to book.
The flogging of this downpour
Makes me stop, turn and look

To the untimely, premature death
Of a centipede in this bloodless war.
Don’t spare time or waste your breath
To try to break this invisible door.
Neither Wordsworth nor Vikram Seth
Can swim us safely to the shore.

It’s awfully fitting that the last
Day of September bids goodbye
This way. No pain is broadcast
Nor joy at this vicious battle cry.
The flag is no more at half-mast;
There are no options left to try.

Searching for what’s already gone
Makes a mockery of the truth.
Reduced to being a mere pawn
In the indolence of our youth,
Makes this more long-drawn.
If only there were words to soothe

The hardened soul I carry around,
I would’ve bandied them about.
Now, nearing the end of the round
Carousel of this dream, I hope I shout.
Towards eternity is this pursuit bound
Far from the deep chasms of doubt.