[ encore - 2: ] synthetic nightmare
the city breathes through mechanical lungs
of brick chimneys and metal chutes
hidden away behind the shiny buildings.
we try to see through smoke and ash,
reaching blindly for any flaming torch,
fumbling for a way out of this darkness.
we are the youth, and in spite of all that is right, we hang on
to broken dreams and dead feelings,
trying to set fire to our insides - searching for that long-gone spark.
but he doesn't see you: you're a silhouette in the shadows,
a vague figure in the back of his mind. on a scrumpled piece
of lined paper you write his name in ink and throw it to the sea,
as though salt could burn the memory of him away from your scarred heart.
the night is busy and full of lights; there is no relief for the pain
in your soul. and he caused it; and you would forget him, were you able;
but in spite of everything you would still rather
remember.
late at night, you look out the window, staring into lamplit streets,
still stuck in your daydreams.
a/n:
for round 2 of "encore", a poetry contest by dissonance_;
based on the song "youth" by daughter.
tied at first with the absolutely phenomenal philomania.
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Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
