The Bags Under My Eyes Poem by Kenneth Maswabi
The Bags Under My Eyes
They emerged one Sunday afternoon
Inflated and heavily pregnant
Swollen with painful breaking news
A sudden downpour of sadness
Wrapped across my chest
Holding my heart down
An anxiety attack of some sort
Took charge of my body
Incapacitating my thoughts
I was now a prisoner of my mind
Held down by heavy chains of fear
Flashes of unanswered questions
Rained on my frozen thoughts
Striking at the heart of my fear
Sending tremors across my body
Releasing sparks of raw fear
To terrorize my confused mind
As my thoughts struggled to defrost
My heart struggled to beat
And my knees struggled to be strong again
I found myself staring in the mirror
Frozen in time and space
An ancient relic
Unveiled
Age
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7/28/2025 5:59:10 PM # 1.0.0
SO, is this a poem about aging..middle age, perhaps? Is this the moment when looks in the mirror and realizes that youth is slipping away and then there is an immediate (not quite yet conscious) reaction...a flooding of emotion, fear, thoughts about what one has accomplished in their lifetime and what has yet to accomplished as well? I think you've captured it...from the man's perspective.
Thanks Pam, yes it is about aging...you are spot on with your analysis. i am blessed.