Echoes of the past,
kept as pets in a starving box.
Glued together wholly,
no room for novel space.
A spider’s string stuck to my back,
each step forward
the weight of a monstrous myth;
The corpse of time, dragging itself forward.
Luminous space infiltrated by jested thoughts,
its rebellious attitude only cuts deeper.
The enemy of my thoughts -
who am I to fight?
The I, a mysterious letter; a single stroke
Yet with such might beneath the ink
Lies refuge from the one who questions:
who dares return to the poisoned well?
why am I to pay
for the sins of an innocent child?
why am I burdened
to unwind the ties of a knotted self?
My life’s purpose decorates a fated room,
A refuge for those who must forget.
Let the past’s echoes stay buried—
silence the instrument, and hear.
A pleasurable pain I ache to claim at once.
Be a snake who sheds its cancerous skin,
or the corpse of the soldier who fought:
Nevertheless,
let pain not be in vain.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 9:58 AM UTC
Echoes of the past,
kept as pets in a starving box.
Glued together wholly,
no room for novel space.
A spider’s string stuck to my back,
each step forward
the weight of a monstrous myth;
The corpse of time, dragging itself forward.
Luminous space infiltrated by jested thoughts,
its rebellious attitude only cuts deeper.
The enemy of my thoughts -
who am I to fight?
The I, a mysterious letter; a single stroke
Yet with such might beneath the ink
Lies refuge from the one who questions:
who dares return to the poisoned well?
why am I to pay
for the sins of an innocent child?
why am I burdened
to unwind the ties of a knotted self?
My life’s purpose decorates a fated room,
A refuge for those who must forget.
Let the past’s echoes stay buried—
silence the instrument, and hear.
A pleasurable pain I ache to claim at once.
Be a snake who sheds its cancerous skin,
or the corpse of the soldier who fought:
Nevertheless,
let pain not be in vain.