I've died.
In the crook of your arms,
The bend where your thoughts turn
From hopeful to dismal,
I've died.
.
There was no other outcome.
Not some fluttery happy ending
That makes the cinema smile with tears
Gathering in their eyes because
There was no other outcome.
.
It's a ruse.
I wake up early, before the birds,
For the same reason I stay up later than owls,
To avoid the unavoidable fact that
It's a ruse.
.
I'm a ghost.
Stuck in the walls of this house like plaster
Wondering when I'll be able to break out and live a life
That glitters like gold when I know I can't.
I'm a ghost.
.
Ghosts are dead.
And this is all a ruse.
There was no other outcome
Because I've died already
And this is just a recording.
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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Each stanza in this hit like a stab! The use of repetition was so well done! I love how the final stanza tied it all together. This is reminiscent of some poetic forms but so unique too!
Ouuuu, damn, Silver. Piercing, as always.
Very poignant!!
That first line made me ache and then you just pulled on all heartstrings in my body. So evocative. So sad. But, as ever, written so powerfully with such skill.