SELECTIVE AMNESIA

 Selective Amnesia

This one happens to the best of us. 
 A painful kind of procrastination 
The one that costs you your destination 
I am headed right to get to the left 
And somehow, I don't think it hefty 
The whisking away of time in painful anticipation 
The deceitful ken that tells you to await a celebration 
Or some sort of special occasion, 
Before let off, a deep seated confession. 
That time, the perfect interlude to interject
Never really comes; or maybe it Coles disguised
So it's appearance is thwarted 
With symptoms of better days, such a guise. 
Then you end up dead and buried 
Still wearied with a load you spite

So, my fellow pilgrim, be not a wondering hermit 
But an enthused pilgrim in a light habit 
Barely laden
Because you confess every so often. 
Aware that no perfect interlude comes at all. 
Unless you creat one 
See you in paradise, fellow pilgrim. 
Such a voice of home.


#Essy The Poet

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