Do Not Go Gently

I haven’t rested in a while
Frozen in the expression of lassitude
Daunted by thoughts of endless toil
That occupy my solitude

A joyless haze of laissez-faire
Has settled so deep within my sinews
That a fledgling thought of raison d’être  
Sends me hurtling down the icy blues

I now muse in silent interludes
The what-ifs have all but passed me by
And yet, for idle thoughts are idle not, 
A weary passenger can still try

– Akanksha Gupta (poem)

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