The last day of a journey

Postcards scattered on a table, a typical reminder of a trip or a journey

This is the last day of a journey.

Luggage is overflowing today
And a handful of postcards left blank
got dusty,
On the coffee table in my hotel room.

I am more tired this morning
Although the Sun continues to burn.

It is the last day of a journey,
And as I come down to start again,
Another me sips a tea in the lobby.


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A brief note on existential melancholy, like an aimless journey, in poetry

Existential melancholy, a profound philosophical concept, has been a recurring theme in the works of many famous poets throughout history. Poets often use their verse to delve into the complexities of human existence and the feelings of isolation and despair that can accompany it.

One such example is the works of Sylvia Plath, whose poetry reflects a deep sense of existential angst and longing for meaning in a seemingly indifferent world. His poignant words resonate with readers, capturing the essence of existential melancholy with disturbing clarity.

Photos of trees through a wet glass. Existential melancholy is like an aimless journey, a beginning without an end.
Existential melancholy is like an aimless journey, a beginning without an end. It is not boredom due to idleness but rather a persistent psychological state that transforms the perception of reality, showing more clearly all the details with emotional nuance.

Similarly, T.S. Eliot‘s poetry also delves into themes of disillusionment and alienation, showing the impact of existential crises on the human psyche. Through his evocative verse, Eliot paints a vivid picture of a world devoid of meaning in which individuals grapple with the existential emptiness that threatens to consume them.

Overall, through the powerful medium of poetry, various authors have eloquently portrayed the depths of existential melancholy, inviting readers to contemplate the complexity of human emotions and the precarious nature of existence.


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