In beauty's embrace, majestic with grace
Soothing, yet a lingering sense of sadness filled up the place,
Unwanted thoughts wind up like a haphazardly tied lace
Been alone countless times won't deny
Maybe it'll be over soon, sighs
I did cry, but I won't pry, I must try and try and try, relentlessly, I don't know why?
Something tells me to do so, and no I won't ask any questions, I'm too tired.
My head feels heavy and it feels cold
Yes, I am a reckless fool, but let truth be told,
hold up, behold,
A free soul, got locked up, in a stronghold, due to freefall, did a reroll, felt an unease, faulty threshold, with a default,
Setting.
Yet I thrived on, not with violence, but with a smile on,
Dreams engulfed in darkness, yet persevered and fight on.
Emotions masked, I fight on, a battle of silence, I reckon
I'm a lost soul at a crossroad, with no hope, yet I try on,
I hold my head up high, a bit shy, but I try
To change the narrative, to rewrite my sky.
I see the highs, I see the lows,
Life's a cinematic film, beautifully composed.
It's real though, no retries, no cheats,
A mistake made, a life fades, "Scream!" echoes in the streets.
Skill issue, you say? Perhaps it's true,
The presence of another is a dream I pursue.
Alas, my fumbling technique never ceases to amuse,
Back to solitude, melancholy's muse.
Walking up the road less travelled by, devoid of any gleam,
A haunting daydream, or so it would seem.
No destination, no direction, just endless extremes,
A conflicted response, a ghastly gleam.
Alone through the time, a truth I've known,
Helplessness grips, a silent pathetic moan.
Guilty, vulnerable, yet a soul set free,
I hate to admit it, but I won't concede.
Heartbreaks, anxieties, failures persist,
Giving up is foolishness, not on my list.
Break me, bury me, all for your thrill,
My body may perish, but never will my will.
Intrusive thoughts roam around, Like I’m fallin’ off of a cliff
The desire to bounce back is sharper than you think
I'm not the one who's drowned here man,
I stand alone, like a “Poneglyph”
My spirit untouched, my soul unbound like a monolith
A rowdy spirit, scorned with disdain,
I'll mock you still, throughout the pain.
I choose my role and I define my fate,
Your words, your arrogance, I disrespectfully negate.
In defiance, I speak with a voice loud and clear,
"The path is treacherous, hearts break, I fear."
The soul’s burnin’, seeking a purpose anew,
To burn it all down, tired of feeling blue.
A voice echoes, a spiteful chill,
Fate falters frivolously front of a mortal's will,
The birth of a legend, just like the Hercules’ will
The poem concludes, a profound standstill,
A journey through emotions, in verses that I instill.
-Asher Graves
This poem is a reflection of the silent wars we fight within—the chaotic harmony between vulnerability and resilience. It's about walking alone when no one understands, yet refusing to lay down even when everything screams “give up.” I wrote this during a moment of mental fog and emotional exhaustion, where the only clarity came from putting feelings into form.
The piece isn't polished with comfort. It’s jagged and heavy on purpose. Life doesn't come in neat stanzas, and neither does healing. You'll find scattered metaphors, anime references, poetic contradictions, and a stubborn flame that keeps burning—because even in brokenness, there's defiance. Even in solitude, there's meaning.
This is for anyone who’s felt like a background character in their own story, who’s laughed through tears and masked scars with smiles. You're not alone in your silence. This is me screaming back at the void, not to be heard—but to remind myself that I'm still here.
Keep fighting, even if it’s just to prove the silence wrong.
— Asher Graves
