Van Gogh drew when he still had hope;
I can feel my hands go numb.
Icarus flew too close to the sun.
But I drowned even before my wings got burnt.
Curiosity may have killed the cat
But the animal in me lives another day.
It will die due to the lack thereof.
I know this one is a bit different than the other ones in the list but I decided to post it because it's definitely one of my favourites.
The last poetry I wrote before this one (Or tried to write, couldn't complete it. I don't think I will post it. It was mid anyways.) was on 18/02/2022. It was almost sixth months prior. While it's not very uncommon for me to write after a long time, it's the reason behind why I couldn't write that matters. This period of time (that lasted for almost nine months, a couple more months after I wrote this one) was one of the worst in my life ever. I was severely depressed and unmotivated to the point where I thought I won't ever be able to write in my life. Or live very long as a matter of fact. I sincerely planned on dying in September. (I am very glad that I didn't follow through. Please, seek help if you every feel that way.You deserve all the help in the world and it will be worth it.) During this period of time, whenever I picked up the pen with intends of creating something, be that art or poetry, I felt so down that I could feel numbness in my hands. While I did suffer from chronic pain and was being medicated for it,this numbness was different from it all. I remember writing this piece fighting against the numbness. I remember rubbing my hands after writing the first two sentences because everything hurt. Even though I am doing well now, this piece means so much to me. I really tried and I am glad I did.
Long story short, I wrote this one during a depressive period.
Video about Vincent Van Gogh that made me link hopefulness with his paintings.
This one was actually untitled (I could barely write it. Thinking of a title was too much). So I named it today (27/04/2024) and I found a little forum that you guys might like.