Forgotten (to silence).

Posted on by Lucy
“Anger” by David Sutton.

Stare at the ceiling,

I am an afterthought,

dreams cast

forgotten memories

in twilight’s tongue

rivaling alone

the silence of the world

that pretends to be still,

when it’s

fucking not;

I wake in the room alone,

I intend to sleep;

in weakness, the oeuvre is loneliness

as it slips

bloodily on begotten words

undefined

to fragile oaths

in dark’s pariah

in a mistrusted world;

I gorge no more words

from my psyche

but I hunger

and I born

through mind and liberty,

emptiness, rage,

and cooled scars

by disarray, the throbbing

of spring

shamed by the mirror’s

distortion,

shackled to the ebbs

alone

to shadows

to silence in the end;

I gorge no more words

from my psyche.

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Published by Lucy

"Poetess of darkness"–dVerse community; cat hoarder, guitarist, keyboardist, psych major.

37 thoughts on “Forgotten (to silence).”

  8. A totally wondrous poem Lucy…. and these words played my soul’s strings tonight…
    “I gorge no more words
    from my psyche
    but I hunger
    and I born
    through mind and liberty,”

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    1. I’m so happy this could resonate. ❤️ It was emotionally challenging writing those lines and seeing what they meant to me. As always, thank you for your wonderful feedback.

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