How heavy you’ve become,
My eyelids!
How small and pale you look,
My lips!
/
How many branches
Have the wrinkles
Upon this tree
Of memories!
/
How many deaths
Have closed these eyes and
How many times
This skin has been reborn!
/
How many lives,
In one assembled,
Make up the face
I call my own!
/
I look at it –
How I abhor it:
The greed it stands for,
The impatience!
/
I look at it –
And I rejoice to
See painted on it
Love, forgiveness, grace;
/
One thing is certain –
There’s no room for
Another route
Upon this busy map;
/
The only place
That it can lead to
Is but another
Hellish maze;
/
I’ll rip that map
To puzzle pieces;
And draw a new one
In its place;
/
All I have been
And all I’ve cherished
I must let go of
And replace;
/
Beyond regret,
In a chest of treasures,
I’ll keep
The puzzle of the past;
/
And none will see
The real face of
Dorian Grey
Until he dies
Oh…such a thought provoking poem.
I think, it’s about one’s physical body’s ‘expiry date’ coming sooner than expected from overuse, and about what can be done to carry on with one’s physical existence after that.
Thank you for reading, as always :)!