BURIED┃Theme: Greed┃Précis: Biting off more than you can chew, not knowing when to stop, naivety.
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☆ Note: Inspired by @heartofquill August Prompt 3 "You Open A Door".
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Thoughts: It was asked to write what we see. I decided to take a different approach and invent a story of what I could see. I speak of hidden treasures; opening some secret door and stumbling upon them. In this story, the man tries to take all the treasures with him and breaks his back under the burden and dies. In the last stanza, I imply at wisdom by describing age and experience - he didn't understand the implication of the burden, a naive man.
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However, there's more to this - the poem is a metaphor for memories,. By buried, I imply death - the past is dead and nothing lives there anymore.
Memories seem better than they truly are. With time, they look rosier. However, if you'll continue to live there, you won't get anywhere else. You'll continue to live in a place that doesn't exist. You cannot grow and you'll never learn anything new, never get to a better place and "die" in the exact spot that you are.
It might seem dramatic of me, but sometimes I find myself adamantly dragging around the past with me, happily subjecting myself to the burden because I like something, unable to let go of an ideal even if impractical. And I have to consciously remind myself to move on and be practical instead!