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Why Must I?

October 1, 2016
By Escritora PLATINUM, Bucharest, Other
Escritora PLATINUM, Bucharest, Other
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Year after year,
More perishes my purity,
More I mutilate my maturity,
More I make myself mere misery.

Once and again, I’ll give gore for glory,
Think and talk like life’s a tedious task,
But why must I? is what I always ask.

Why must I,
Equate exhaustion and ecstasy,
Isolation and intelligence,
Work with worries,
Success and solitude and I’m sorry?

Someone tell,
Is my time only and truly to triumph?
And does declining demand dying?
Does loving lead to lying,
And rising to wrecking what’s right?

Must there be ashes to make light?

Ah, I accept affliction alone!
It’s a painful passion that possesses me,
Yet, forever, I favour not flee.
But rest to relish—
This monster’s haunting hiss.

It seems I’ve been bitten by a beast—
And the anguish is electrifying!
It seems I’ve been captured by ambition—
And the pain is so gratifying.


The author's comments:

This piece was based on the sour-sweetness of ambition and perfectionism, both of which are near impossible to escape once they have demonstrated their advantages; achievement and praise keep you hooked to the painful, sometimes irrational diligence and self-standards that accompany these two seemingly admirable human traits. But they most probably would lose their grip on you if you were to ask yourself Why? Why do I place so much importance on something of so little leverage? Why do I judge myself for the grades I get, for what I say, for my mistakes and not for who I am? 


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