23 June, 2024

Shields

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning. And when nobody waits for you at night. And when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it? Freedom or Loneliness?” – Charles Bukowski

 

Shields


There’s an illusion of stability

there’s an illusion of progress

there’re mirrors and shields everywhere

but there’s nothing of any real substance

 

I seek progress, but meditate on failure

afraid to make, any wrong decisions

Living so cautiously, that I do not live at all

in which case, I fail by default

 

And comfortably nestled in my cocoon I lay

knowing that sitting easy is not the stuff of kings

Stifled out of any motivation, I rest

and free myself from all endeavours of life

 

I carefully measure each act

on a balance of optimism and stupidity

I blame my past for my lack of motivation

Unable to accept, that my past is my own fault

 

Fearing to care, for any thing or anyone

‘cause nothing is ever meant to last

No one does, nothing does

Eventually, they all turn their backs and you’re alone again

 

And such, I close my life to serendipity

and desire to be in control of all that is my life

refusing to engage in anything that is not

unable to see the bigger picture

 

Such is the nature of the cocoon

that I’ve wrapped around myself

That all I can see is only the concept of myself

And all I can do is be me

 

I got attacked from many sides

And I drew too many shields

And now all I see is a reflection of me

And it gets hot underneath

 

And I wish to break free

But I’m too afraid for what lies outside

I know it’s not easy

But I know it’s not as bad as I believe it to be

 

Anyway, I’ll never know unless I’m out

But the burden of these shields rests heavy on me

And I know I must break free

I just don’t know how nor have the will to be

 

I don’t cry for help

lest someone might hear and help me

Afraid that reality isn’t as bad as it is in my head

that the world is not as mean as I imagine it to be

 

And all my imaginary demons that I have nestled for so long

will need to be released and forgotten

And I am attached to my inner demons

Like a prisoner who has fallen in love with the walls around him

 

But I am the prisoner

And I am the prison

And I know I must break free

I just don’t know how nor have the will to be

 

Vishal Gupta

23 June 2024