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As Elusive as my Memory

As elusive as it sounds, my memory

Like a nonexistent entity seeming so surreal

almost like a dream evading me

More I try to reach for it

More it seems to stray further afar from me

almost like it doesn't exist


So frustrating it is

Each time I think I'm close to reaching it

Close enough to clutch it

It disperses and then disappears

Like it doesn't exist, yet it exists

As if palpable, I claw with my mind's eye

An imaginary hand around it

Only to find empty, my palms


My features distorts and dances

Of flimsy feelings, paranoia

Scrambling, scratching, seeking, searching

With my minds eye

Anxious to reach,

Consciously unaware yet aware unconsciously

Feeling it, feeling lost

All at one same time


Each try inures to failure

Overwhelming sense of loss

Fills to the brim of my entirely

My heart abounds with oceans of endless anxiety and excitement

Anxious excitement comes

Contending to grasp

Yet disappointment serves disdain

On a cold platter


My memory so elusive, it seizes to exist

The more I try to reach for it

The more it disperses and disappears

Each time I reach for that bit

Every time it leaves me in disarray

Trying to find it but alas gone yet not

Instead leaves tortuous teasing in its wake


A mysterious mirage? A skeptical sham?

Is that all that describes my memory?

Or what's left of it

It seems perplexed as to what it is supposed to be

And what it is supposed to be, I do not know

Is it nothing but an illusion?


Pessimism rears its ugly self

Arms akimbo that I might never actualize

My heart chokes with sadness

Perhaps I might finally grasp ahold this mirage

Which seems to have no qualms teasing me so

Perhaps again as I least expect

One day my mind would align with translucent clarity

That my elusive mirage would have seem unobscure

It will appear as though it never left

Until then my alien torment unending.



This was the very first poem I wrote in my mother's small shop. Bored and musing about how I tried to recollect a piece of memory yet it eluded me. It was at the tip of my grasp. Teasing and taunting me.


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