March 28, 2024.


efforts always fruitless

My skin seared by your lingering kisses
Your silence a mark of the purest ignorance
- or discontentment
Your pride simmers down to arrogance

But underneath it all,
I can taste the self-hatred
When you say the word, “destiny”
I hear, “I need divine intervention”

But angels don’t stop for those -
who yank feathers, pull hair, spit into the dirt,
and who think they are owed salvation and worship
If there was a golden gate waiting ahead, it’d be pyrite

One day, it’ll stop raining - but not for you
You’ll find a dark rain cloud in any limitless sky
You’ll complain and let it fill your crystal glass
Drink and pray to God for wine, efforts always fruitless



Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-03-29 at 00:38

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
"If there was a golden gate waiting ahead, it'd be pyrite." --- Masterful.

Thank you for posting!
2024-03-30


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
There is something to be admired in each stanza. This is something to be savoured. Blessings, Allen
2024-03-29


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
I read it a bit like an incantation
what made me think: "your silence a mark of the purest ignorance"
I would have thought at first sight the opposite, silence is for people who know but it's good because maybe there is no knowledge in knowing that in advance, it depends on the moment you meet it
but when you say "efforts always fruitless" there is truth, it's not the most exhausted who are the most rewarded (physical work vs intellectual work)
2024-03-29

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Divine Breaks
by aidan haskel