I don't know my name.
I don't know who I have become in the rain
Of another blazing, hot summer day
Where there is no sun but heat and miles and miles of gray.
.
I don't know my name but didn't I used to?
When my fingers were cold and my lips were blue,
I am certain that I knew exactly who
Was piloting this misshapen ship through this catch-22.
.
It's all gone to shit,
And that's the joke, isn't it?
.
The letters of my name unravelled into strings and then rope,
Frayed around the edges, a clear reminder of the death of hope.
Entropy seizes us all and it has gotten me too
Because I can't remember my name, I haven't got a clue.
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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 (5)
Really appreciated the imagery of the name unraveling and devolving into disorder. Felt like I could visualize that so clearly! Well done, Silver!
I loved how intense this was. Well done!
that's so relatable. Often I have felt so lost and look inside to find me again.
Love the flow of this one, so poignant! Well done!
You encompass feelings of lostness so well here, change can sure be a scary thing. Loved it!