Stoned Like Mount Everest
“Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 – 1978
I,
wake up in the morning, hurry to get ready;
run to the station to catch the first train;
get out of the train, walk to the office;
sit at the desk, sink face to the monitor;
get up, run back to station;
come home at dusk;
grab something for dinner;
sleep.
Next day - Repeat.
The day after- Repeat.
Once in a while,
I stand in front of the mirror;
frown at the person inside;
because, it questions me.
How dare?
“What are you doing?
Where are your dreams?
When is your dreamy vacation?
Have you born only for this ?”
On such days,
through a thin cloud of tears,
I see,
time creeps like a thief,
steals my dreams and runs away.
I stay stoned, like Mount Everest.
Contest - Writing Challenge- Quote inspired- Poetry Contest
Date - 12 November 2020
Contest Sponsor- Constance La France
2nd place in the contest
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