Let it curdle in your belly.
When the tingles of remorse
Begin to nip at your neck
And when the sky has finally
Gone dark for the night,
Go put yourself away.
.
Find a place where your
Morality can mingle
With your humility
And you can let your knees
Kiss the stones
As they are meant to.
.
You'll want them to.
This is a desert of blood
And burning roses,
A world of memories
Sharpened into the knife
That's lodged in your gut.
.
It twists, doesn't it,
With each tremor of memory.
Driving the ache of nostalgia
So deep that it breeds sorrow
In the cave of your belly
Where dreams once lay.
.
Blame yourself.
Hunch over your mistake
And weep as though
You ever cared about more
Than the ugly
Consequences.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Well-wrought! How do we separate guilt from shame so we might in our hearts truly atone and break the cycle of ill action? My, but we are conditioned to feel ashamed of so many menial things that it distracts us from the reality in which we can and must freely act for our own and others' benefit.
Your work is do visceral with such resonant sounds. I feel myself transported into an eerie, sacred, fragile space when I read your work. It speaks with such quiet certainty.