Take away my growth.
Take away the miles and miles of suffering
Laid out behind me like a how-to guide on failure.
.
Take away the ladders I built
To crawl out of this nightmare because the monsters
Are smart enough to use them and they're coming.
.
I can taste them on the damp,
Angry air of the first spring thunderstorms
Stained with the sort of fury that kills effortlessly.
.
I can feel the press of the failure
Creeping up behind me, the Reaper to my dreams
Finally come with scythe in hand to take what's his.
.
Let me keep it.
Not the growth, not the steps out of suffering,
And not the asphalt path stretching long behind me.
.
But maybe all of it together
Because if it is gone, then so am I.
So maybe this Reaper could forget me, just pass me by.
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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So deep, like a haunting image you cannot forget. This poem stunned me into silence.
Another one I had to read several times to marvel at all the depth of it! Wonderful work, Silver!
Ai! This gave me the chills. The nihilism of it all... deliciously dark. A classic Silver Daux at its best.
Oh, this was so striking...I felt I could relate to it, in terms of my own experiences learning how to do things better that I previously failed at, or did wrong whatever. I love the ending especially. and "I can feel the press of the failure Creeping up behind me, the Reaper to my dreams Finally come with scythe in hand to take what's his." Stunning work, as ever, Silver!