Sestina

Well. Its been quite a while, hasn't it? was kinda out of juices as i struggled through recent weeks, with the organisation making life increasingly difficult for me. but a short break to Malaysia was enough to at least brighten me up abit. so yeah. I'm here again.

They said it was not what you left behind,
but what you'll gain ahead.
But time past and still i'm here.
Waiting to be free.
They asked me to do training,
For them, not for me.

You can't escape, they told me,
No one gets left behind.
three times a week there is training,
As we've planned ahead.
And so i replied, "I'm not free"
They said you must be here.

So I was stuck neither there nor here,
In a place not for me.
They gave me food and say its free,
just had to clear my plates behind.
"Now you've eaten, look ahead,
Clear your I-PT or do your training."

Running, Jumping, Strength training,
Tried to run but they stopped me here
in my tracks, freedom just 2km ahead.
And i cried, "Why me?"
As they grabbed me from behind.
Dashing my hopes to be free.

Innocently they asked, "are you free?"
Hiding the intents of training.
Said i had work that's behind
time, and my superiors need me here.
And they told me its all for me,
So that I'll be ahead.

And the boss said go ahead,
As they took my right to be free.
And he said if not for me,
there'll be no need for training.
And thus i stood thinking here,
About the week behind.

The week behind looks similar to the one ahead,
And i can't possibly be free when i'm still stuck here.
And there will be more training next week for me.

Was reading about poetry and stuff and sorta came up with this sestina. haha. not a particularly good one.. but at least its a different way of putting it instead of my 'getting more and more frequent' rants.

On another note. Malaysia have been great. Grave-sweeping have left me inspired.. but that's a tale for another time.. haha.

Till then.