Momentum
Coming back to an old friend after a while away.
It has been a long time, my friend.
Seasons have worn away
The carefully grown enthusiasm
Of my youth.
The optimism I meticulously pruned
Has withered beneath the shadow
Of this colossal rage.
A canyon has formed betwen my brows.
.
I am empty
Of all those young dreams,
The nebulas painting my soul in pink and blues
Of a traversable future.
It is not black but red,
Hopless, rusting, raging red.
The ship of my dreams has crumbled
Before I had the chance to let it sail.
.
The boards are rotten in my mind.
I've punched holes in the floor
And at some point,
I crashed through the attic,
Deciding that not moving because of the
Tragic instability of these dreams
Was better than gaining the momentum
That could carry me, set me free.
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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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Fantastic! So many elements to appreciate in this. The contrast of past and present state, the momentum thread, and some killer lines!