I feel the silence
Consuming my every moment,
But it’s buried under a layer of cement.
An asphalt made of broken dreams,
Jadedness and distractions, incrusted.
I feel the silence,
Ten layers deep is the gold I seek.
Behind this veil, an illusion of dullness
Or hardship, depending on the day,
And who’s to say.
I feel the silence
Beneath the surface, the deeper story.
Made to believe everything is jagged by design,
Rigged, so happiness can’t be found,
When it’s right in your chest.
I feel the silence
What is that trembling under your feet?
Ley lines of peace, higher consciousness permits.
Controllers keeping attention above ground
Or else they’ll hound,
Pound you with more misery.
The kind that likes company
So I can find someone to enable me,
And repeat the cycle to infinity.
I feel the silence.
The grid is getting thick, the grip is getting slick.
I think I’d rather live underground.
Drill all the way down, fold into myself,
Closer to find out what I really came here to do,
Besides being subservient to entities who
Think they can program me,
Control what I project of me,
In exchange for a smoke-and-mirror odyssey.
When all they complain about is talent scarcity,
But won’t let it express as it’s meant to be.
I feel the silence,
Under thunder and rain.
Our lives seemingly torn apart,
Civilization assumed on the brink of collapse,
More so their world, as power shifts
From these hands to ours.
After we all rope down to Nature’s core
Bearing sacred waters like Aquarius,
Our inner fire consecrates.
One hundred and forty-four thousand travellers,
With others soon to follow, ready to bring on the new Dawn
Our part of fortune will bestow.
Ivy McRae, a literary-romantic fiction author, specializes in short stories, poetry, and novellas that explore love, loss, and identity. With a direct and poignant style, her works offer a fresh perspective on the complexities of human relationships. To stay updated, follow @IvyMcRae@mastodon.social on Mastodon.