The loneliness is a violent thing
Leaving bruises like lipstick marks on my throat.
It's a cruel thing too, clawing across my memories
With the sharp talons of Hindsight that whispers,
It never mattered to them.
.
I would break my bones one thousand times
Just to feel a sliver of this euphoria again.
Maybe I would even drag silver against my skin
To taste the gold medal of victory on my tongue.
Life is such a frivolous thing.
.
Turn me into a ghost so I can haunt this place
Without the annoyance of needing sleep.
I am tired of lying down and taking the medicine
Shoved down my throat and under my tongue.
It's meant to kill me, you know.
.
I wonder if it will or if I'll show up on the side
Of a milk carton in an alternative reality,
Defining features typed off below a bad,
Blurry picture of a sad face.
Another dreamer's gone lost.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (9)
What a hard hitting and tragic last line! The whole last stanza with the carton imagery was absolutely brilliant!
Gosh this was so poignant and intense, as always! Loved your poem so much!
Poppy stole my thoughts. Okay, not really but I agree with every word she typed. Excellent piece, once again.
This is inexplicably exceptional! I was going to point out how incredible the first two lines are but then every single line that followed was just as breathtaking. Wow!
Your writing always evokes a stronger image of articular creativity. Love this, Silver! 💌
There is a passionate electricity in everything you write! this was very surreal but not so far removed from reality that it didnt make sense! felt so visceral! incredible as ever!
The surreal nature of your dark poetry is dynamic and pivotal, creating vivid illusions.
-Turn me to a ghost so I can haunt this place- Loved that line! Surreal poem indeed. Great work!
Oh This hit me hard! So vivid and sad.