Here and gone.
Fluttering down.
Falling foolishly.
.
A butterfly with wings
Mended by glue
Flapping, flying.
.
Bright against blue sky,
Eager on the page.
Quick to inspire.
.
It's light work,
Kissing parchment,
Crafting lies.
.
Until the well
Decides to run dry.
Words like to betray.
.
They enjoy the act
Of running away.
Teasing. Hiding.
.
They tuck below
Overly eager tongues
And rot.
.
The taste of decay
Is too much for the novice
And they run away.
.
I've seen it ten thousand
Times before.
Disintegration.
.
Of form and will,
Success and desire.
The rhythm falls apart.
.
And the ink dries
Because the cap's off.
They're possessed by metrics.
.
Numbers that rule
Through unstable cruelty.
Useless things of comparison.
.
That's the game,
Waving goodbye to dreamers
Unable to persist.
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 (4)
Nice. Lyrical! Visceral...makes me feel every sense...
Fantastic, so many beautiful pictures. Catering to anyone but the Muse is a terrible mistake. "The algorithm" should be chasing us, finding what we want, not the other way around.
Falling foolishly. A butterfly with wings...Kissing parchment,Crafting lies. SO many beautiful lines Silver... I love this poem so much
A very candid look at the challenges and betrayals inherent in the writing life