Defeating Victory

Sometimes I roll up into a ball

So I feel like I never left my mother’s arms

The genocide of the earth’s cold embrace is not enough

The medium doesn’t mean nothing for the spirits

So close to home, yet so far away

Defeating victory

Nothing can bring me closer to God

Armed with my façade, playing king with pawns

The silverwings of dawn traumatized within our yawns

Automatized behind the bars of songs, vicarious carrion

Please, just let me push my casket out to sea

And catch the wild in the beast

Blinded by our ceasefire’s grease

The ashes of our acolytes

I lash to whip the drifting apparition

Crackling heat, human vaccine, submissive

The claws that scratch at apathy

Happy on their gasoline

What a beautiful mistake

Us living in his wake, without our own shape

Speaking someone else’s name

The pride within our shame

What a loving game

I only play with the other children on the battlefield

Sleeping in the shade, of all our happy days

My heart now, set ablaze

See my shadow on the waves

An ever loving, smiling, gaze

A journal, torn and frayed, born amidst the other graves

Among a brother, everglades

No longer strong, yet unafraid

Until it all goes dark again

Don't say I never had my friends

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.