I don’t do as much poetry on this blog as I would like but this is one of those odd days where there is a poem. Of sorts. Kind of.
I haven’t had much experience with reverse poetry but I have read a few. Maybe one of the most popular would be Pretty Ugly by Abdullah Shoaib. If you haven’t read it yet, check it out here. It explores self worth. The other piece I know is a spoken word piece on this generation and Christianity. You can find this on YouTube.
Armed with that experience😌😌, I certainly decided to give it a shot. It is in no way perfect but hurray for first tries and imperfect drafts. Let me know what you think and how it can be improved, what other reverse poems you have read or your favourite poetry pieces in the comments.
Of time and torment. Reverse poem
Don’t you say that time will heal all pain
Because I have pain time knows nothing about
So how will time heal that whose existence is unknown.
You are forced to keep your pain to yourself
Trying to wait for the perfect time to speak up
Yet time remains elusive as ever
You want to explain the hurt you’re in
Everybody expects you to feel better ‘soon’
It doesn’t get better in a day or two, a month or a year or years.
And you find out there is no deadline to pain.
The hurt can be roaring one moment
Blazing through your purpose like a great fire.
The agony can be silent one moment
Quietly humming away in the background
But It feels like a train went fast over you.
And you are picking yourself up
You think time would respect your hurt
It won’t slow down a little and let you process,
Yet life moves on for everybody else
I know that pain leaves you branded.
For all of time, without respite!
Pain leaves you limping throughout eternity.
I find pain a superior master to time.
Though some may beg to differ,
For this is all I truly know about agony and time is –
This poem reads the same, forward or backward!
And there you have it! I will keep working on some of these pieces.