Kings and Queens
A bit of stream of consciousness and surreal poetry
It's grey, then not grey.
Hollowed out by fullness.
Blinding with darkness.
It's a series of contradictions
Wrapped into a black box,
A recording of how it went
From paradise to coffin.
And the coffin is somehow
Riddled with airholes
That leak morning light.
Dark and not dark.
Empty of life and full of it.
.
Hands rain on the surface,
Anger and relief and joy
All bundled into the same
Rhythm, the same beat,
The same wailing breath.
They decorate the wood
With dreams and fears,
Hushed desires unsaid
And fears well spoken.
It's entirely too easy to see
The pattern of here, not here,
Kings and Queens
Crying at the court jester.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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