IMAGINATION

It so happens with me that I follow a good poem with a bad one:

IMAGINATION
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If I don't satiate the feeling that grows,
With what courage shall I not miss you?
As time goes by, my heart dips and eventually slows
And my feelings wane out to those vital few.

The lights switch off by themselves
And my starved imagination fades
My memories grow larger by themselves
And in them I fear my dead soul wades

External Stimulus tickles my ribs
My stomach churns in disgust
I know the response that kicks
But my senses quell it in mistrust

Some gross mismatch allows progress
It stops the small and feeds the large
A cancer in me grows and begins to press
A natural law needn't always help me recharge

I realize its my imagination that tilts the balance
Now that its on its way out, I try and smile
Knowing too well time's fraudulent cadence
Has pulled a fast one with its usual guile.

- Pradeep