Notes About The Poem
Written for the contest " mocking the dead" by Silent One
Casket of Chaos
I am like faded leaves,
beneath my frail feet,
failing your forbidden name
that crushed the petals of
blossoming hopes,
dusted with dark
obsidian nightmares,
enclosed in
seeds of discontent,
sprinkled by sleeping
black dragonflies,
resting on fruitless twigs,
in vales of solitude.
Perhaps nature too
feels the pain I’ve been
carrying when
invisible thorns pierce
my fragile heart,
to leave me bleeding epitaphs,
of dead dreams like
an endless waterfall,
streaming venomous words,
swallowed as bitter truth,
learned through brutality.
Here I am, writing a
letter from the grave;
in a casket of chaos;
like the flower I once
used to be,
lost and withered,
beneath clouds of misery.
But skies are no longer
my comfort, and the moon
has forgotten the
healing anthem.
Hell is empty
and all the devils
are here, strangling me-
mocking the dead,
with fiery chains of anger,
that shackle me,
as I lay my hair down,
on all the blood soaked
daggers that stabbed me.
So let me sway,
to the sanctimonious
rhythm of reaper’s rhapsody,
for pain is my testimony,
that I shall heed,
whilst fallen angels
chant across the
ceremony of betrayal,
allowing my fears
to rest in peace,
no longer having to
look back for a
final bullet from
the familiar faces that
deceived me in my
walk of faith,
as luminescent spheres
are full of astroblemes,
showing me how
destiny is not on my side.
And everything I love is burned
into timeless sands of
scars that still sting.
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