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The web content presents a reflective poem titled "Torment of Restlessness" that delves into the author's internal conflict between contentment and a sense of unfulfilled potential.

Abstract

The poem "Torment of Restlessness" captures the author's emotional state, oscillating between a sense of security and the gnawing feeling of restlessness. Despite acknowledging that life is good and being outwardly positive, the author grapples with a persistent sense of regret for unaccomplished deeds, juxtaposed with encouragement from achievements. The poem conveys a struggle to accept the present, with the author shouting internally in a quest for understanding and self-assurance, while keeping the specifics of this turmoil private. The passage of time is both a source of frustration and a fresh start with each new day, leaving the reader with an ellipsis that suggests an ongoing journey.

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  • The author feels relatively secure and content with life but is not at complete peace, indicating a mix of satisfaction and dissatisfaction.
  • There is a deep-seated regret for things not done, which is tempered by a sense of accomplishment from what has been achieved.
  • The author presents a facade of solidity and ideal circumstances to the outside world, masking the internal dialogue and conflict.
  • The internal struggle is intense and isolating, with the author screaming silently to themselves in search of self-understanding.
  • The author is introspective, reflecting on personal growth and the passage of time, finding some solace only at the start of a new day.
  • The poem suggests a continuous, perhaps Sisyphean, quest for personal fulfillment and acceptance.

Torment of Restlessness

poem

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Tonight, I feel like my anchor is drifting

Oh, I’m still tied to it

Relatively secure in my mooring

Mostly where I want to be

Every day passes

Never quite finding my solace

Though life, on the whole, is good

Often

Feeling

Regretful for things I haven’t done

Encouraged by the things I have

Standing firm in my solidity

Telling all passersby things are ideal

Letting them know I’m ok

Expecting one day to understand

Shouting at myself

So loud inside though only I can hear

Neglecting to share the specifics

Explaining pieces and parts

Souring at the passing of time

Satisfied only when each new day begins.

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