Letting Go

It could be part of our incredible human culture 

to hold onto something that we find so dear

Hovering around it like a vicious vulture

Never do we leave it alone only out of fear

Why do we cling on to it with such bonded attachment

when it signifies our own entrapment?

Mundane it is to have become a habit

Stuck are we to it through thick and thin

Comparable it is to a carrot dangling in front of a rabbit

Sickness we experience up to the brim

Guaranteed it is we have many a sneeze

Can we put an end to this please?

Many a fraud make a wealth of money

Magic is amiss in their queasy potion

Advices are abundant, we feel so loony

Saying is simple, but it's a difficult solution

Scythe through the hay, it feels too much trouble

A needle is surely found at the end of this struggle

This feeling we have is of our own creation

realization of which will lead to immediate liberation

Pain will be a companion for a variable duration

Enduring this temporarily a cause for celebration

Being in the present, we no longer feel hollow

Incredible joy surfaces at the point of letting go

The comforting discomfort

 A feeling so familiar

reminiscent of days gone by

It leans towards a thriller

Anguish forgotten as time has flown by

This could be another day

when my thoughts hold me in sway

Has it been a few years or a decade

when I last had this pleasure?

This situation could be a dangerous grenade

that explodes for good measure

then why do I feel so much traction

when bells signal a negative reaction?

It is my beloved, I hear it's appeal

The thoughts clearly a wonderful bait

It's recognizable, I want it for real

miss this chance, it's too long to wait

Time has been lost for us lover's estranged,

pay heed to my instinct, it's so deranged

I feel drawn towards it, be it night or day

Therefore ensnared in it's wily jail

Tempted towards it, I think I could be happy today

tune in to my mind, it is a lovely fail

persuaded by it, I have made an infraction

embraced am I in this fatal attraction

Note: Read it again? Some background about this poem. It talks about one repeating one's mistakes knowing that good will not come out of it, only because one is comfortable with it.

The ache

This could possibly be a thought to complete

or an excuse for writing's sake

but before I submit myself to defeat

It's a chance that I prefer to take

I have long been deep in thought

and many a mental war I have fought

I've had this feeling before

my memories don't lie, they serve me right

There have been many a fantastic lore

and with a cry, they shed some light

No worries, this is no fancy bake

for I definitely feel an odd little ache

This pain is often underrated,

and castaway into the outer shores

This pang is occasionally dramatized

and celebrated with almighty roars

It can be said with some conviction

that this is life's greatest contradiction

I've lived this torment before

if only I could hark back to the solution

a eureka moment from my mind store

could lead to a faster resolution

Tired I am, this is too much to take

How to rid myself of this giant ache?