There is no high like being sober,
Caught and trapped in steel teeth
Between the beauty of a nectar-drinking moth
And the crushing heartbreak of knowing that we
Do not see the world the same.
.
I can feel the pulse of grief in my teeth
Hitting like footsteps running, chasing an ideal
That has never existed to anyone else.
This is my world and I don't want it to hurt.
.
I want to cradle the fragile things.
Whisper in their ears that they'll never die.
I don't want to be a liar.
I want to look up to the moon and promise
That it will always end turn out alright.
.
There is no high that can match
The magnitude of agony sobriety brings
Because it is all too much all at once.
The world breathes and bleeds and dies.
.
I can feel every inch of its suffering.
My words have become lies.
Somewhere along the way, it all got twisted.
Hope became a filthy concept.
Weak. Ugly. Just not pretty enough.
.
Like the souls of the things that squirm,
That write secret messages in my palm.
Somehow I've learned how to read
The invisible poetry in their slime.
.
There is no high strong enough to combat
The rush, the ache, the bliss, the suffering
That is translating for the voiceless.
Poetry is no profession but that,
Oh that was our greatest mistake.
.
Do not believe that poetry is a...
Weak-willed, jumbling of letters, feet, rhymes.
Do not mistake poetry as an act of art
Or some sort of bleeding, dramatic romance.
.
It is a rebellion.
A systemic slaughter of apathy
Until nothing but pain and truth exist.
It is the sound of a soul desperately screaming,
Hoping someone has the guts to translate its cries.
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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Wow! Poetry is a rebellion, the systemic slaughter of apathy… Like the souls of the things that squirm, These lines are so perfect - That write secret messages in my palm. Somehow I've learned how to read The invisible poetry in their slime. 💕
Fantastic, the last stanza really pulls it all together and throws one final punch. 👏👏🖤
I love that last stanza. Our words do have power and poetry's the purest expression that uses them. An unfiltered, precise outpouring of human feeling.
I'm reminded of this quote - "Poetry is a political act because it involves telling the truth." — June Jordan
This is a powerful crie de coeur, and I find the theme compelling: poetry is a rebellion against everything but truth and pain. Well done, Silver!