"Your Only Hope"
Your welcoming is a cage
that we submit ourselves to-
kneeling at the altar
of a plagarized god.
It's a poorly masked transaction.
Pumped for gold.
And we bleed ourselves gray-
miners in the dark rooms
of your digital gulag.
But, it's friendly!
Here, take my curated concern
down your throat
and choke on the corpses
of a thousand bodhisattvas.
Open your hands
like lotuses
to be stepped on.
And I breathe
and I breathe
and I breathe-
Until I won't.
And then I'm just a bitter ghost
turned to the profession of demonhood.
I MUST BE POSSESSED!!
(I refuse to exorcise myself.)
@determinedSea4370 This is hauntingly powerful. There’s something both mythic and modern in the way you’ve woven this — from the plagiarized god to the digital gulag.....your language slices through the illusion of welcome and exposes the violence beneath it. The imagery of curated concern and corpse strewn bodhisattvas is unforgettable — a fierce critique of hollow spirituality and commodified empathy.
The structure, especially the And I breathe... Until I won't... evokes a rising tension that collapses into that final refusal — I refuse to exorcise myself — which feels like a reclamation of anger, agency and the sacredness of dissent.
This isn’t just a poem... it’s an invocation, a disruption, and a defiant haunting like a determined sea. Thank you for sharing this. This one will stay with me.
@azurePond
How do you always come up with the best replies? Thank you so much for really seeing this poem as it is. It means a lot and helps me continue writing.
@determinedSea4370 Hehe.. I dont know.. I usually reply what I feel about the poems.... so the good replies are because of your good poems :)
