Within is a Void

A poem for this broken generation

Within is a Void

Fransivan MacKenzie

We become faithful to folly
and forgiving to melancholy
that in this golden age,
we search for states of being
in the boats of someone else's lips,
in the curve of a stranger's jaw so sharp
it could rival the blade that once cut to our bones,
in the uncharted woodland of an unapologetic hand,
in the promise of a barren body not even the pregnant stars could fulfill,
in the daydream of a lover who devours our skin while nightingales sing
but whose tongue always forgets our
names in the morning.

We're looking for love in the oblivion.
We've lost our true north
when we've forgotten
that mirage in the mirror,
that child within
who has survived violent seas
through the years
yet we've resented for all the sharks
she made out with
to keep herself from drowning.

How foolish,
how harrowing,
how human,
how I'd trade everything
to no longer be.

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[InkAndScrolls]

So true. Thank you for sharing.