The accomplishments mean nothing.
They are words on a page and I
Am meat on bones set to become maggots
Sooner rather than later.
.
There is no pride in success,
No victory in achievement when I can feel
The slow creep of the decay
Starting in my fingers and toes.
.
I've been left in the sun too long,
Charred and grilled on the asphalt,
While up goes the list of things I've done
In smoke.
.
It pollutes, it poisons, it soils.
These stamps, these accolades, are just ink
Pressed impermanently into skin but the fly
Has already laid its legacy, its eggs.
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 (14)
I initially thought this was directly to do with Vocal- winning prizes etc. The imagery is so visceral here, and I like how you’ve used “smoke” here in two ways- to destroy but also to cook. “It pollutes, it poisons, it soils.”- heavy stuff!
Victory up in smoke - argggh maggots will rot the accomplishments? NO!!
Love how the ending brings it back around full circle 😁
"These stamps, these accolades, are just ink Pressed impermanently into skin but the fly Has already laid its legacy, its eggs." This line my skin crawl with the thought! I loved how you dug straight into my head and pulled out some of my worst existential dread! Fantastic work, Silver!
Morbidly magnificent! The last line really made me shiver.
Groteseque and haunting; the entire industry is sickening. Don't touch the stuff myself. Bleck
Nice
Excellently written
Oh wowwww, this was soooo dark yet so beautiful! I loved it!
A reflection on the futility of accomplishments in the face of human mortality. Love this poem, Silver! 💌
The second stanza slides home with style, and the whole is impressive. Nice work!
You paint a dark picture with this poem so well. Nice work.
I LOVED your imagery and word choices. What a way to paint a picture so vividly that I felt it down to my own maggots (lol).
Absolutely stunning work. The creep of existential dread comes across astoundingly powerful.