Anatomy
Wisdom comes late, how long will it last?
I am blind to the future, all knowing of the past.
In these anxious days I cannot rest,
Time spent in a moment too long makes my chest feel stressed.
Adrenaline starts weighing me down,
So, I heave old rusted black iron before I drown.
This body, a manifestation,
Of recondite distraught that needs nullification.
My heart pumps strong, on long trails I run,
Yet still feels weak with each lonely stride under the Sun.
Food is flavorless when I’m depressed,
I am unable to eat when I feel so distressed.
There is no diet, there is no plan,
Just the tarnished anatomy of a broken man.
I wrote this poem in the form of a Pakistani landay which are formed by couplets wherein the first and second lines are 9 and 13 syllables respectively. Landays are meant to be sung. This poem is about a lifelong struggle with depression and anxiety, mitigated in part with long runs in nature and weight lifting.
