Momentum
Coming back to an old friend after a while away.
It has been a long time, my friend.
Seasons have worn away
The carefully grown enthusiasm
Of my youth.
The optimism I meticulously pruned
Has withered beneath the shadow
Of this colossal rage.
A canyon has formed betwen my brows.
.
I am empty
Of all those young dreams,
The nebulas painting my soul in pink and blues
Of a traversable future.
It is not black but red,
Hopless, rusting, raging red.
The ship of my dreams has crumbled
Before I had the chance to let it sail.
.
The boards are rotten in my mind.
I've punched holes in the floor
And at some point,
I crashed through the attic,
Deciding that not moving because of the
Tragic instability of these dreams
Was better than gaining the momentum
That could carry me, set me free.
About the Creator
Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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Fantastic! So many elements to appreciate in this. The contrast of past and present state, the momentum thread, and some killer lines!