Epoch

I'm what you would call 'troubled'. 

A morose past, demons of my own making

Following me wherever I go.

I have made choices;

Some bad, some terrible.

Perhaps that's why

I walk through musty, dark corridors

Looking over my shoulder 

Like there's a bounty on my head.

So I stay hidden

Panic room bound

You could call it paranoia, or cowardice 

But after all the carnage I have seen,

I have wreaked,

I call it mere lucidity.

In what feels like another life, 

I reeked of power.

The earth underneath me shook

With every step I took

Why else would they call me Epoch-

The beginning of an era?

But those days are past me

Even the strongest empires must one day fall

And when that day comes,

Even the shrewdest of leaders fall short;

Or so I choose to believe.

So I stay hidden

Panic room bound

Not by paranoia, nor cowardice

I merely await my fate

For I am the Epoch, and I too, 

Must come to an end.

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I feel like this poem can be interpreted in a lot of ways. Like usual, it is a bit vague, in the sense of what the 'empire' is, or what the narrator is running from. Plus, it's got the element of intrigue too, that seems to be what I like these days. I had my 'teenage angst' phase too. [Okay, I'm saying this like I'm done with that phase, but I am not, ahah. Not even close!] Maybe I'll post some of those poems as well, but I spent a long time writing poems like that, and I just wanted to branch out. Maybe see what else I can do with words. So, that's what this blog is for, I guess; me exploring all the different narratives I can work with. Also, just giving myself a platform to put my poems out into the world. It's not as though I'm not expecting fame or anything. It's just exciting to think that people could randomly stumble upon my poems and hopefully, like them. :P

I'll go now. I'm going to try and get one more poem out this week. Like and subscribe, as usual, thanks!

Until next time, Vaish.