Origin Story

A Poem by Beren

I saw the hell last week
Bare hands touched the ground
Smell the smoke in my lungs
Dance with the devil till I passed the bridge

Heard them laughing at the upper floor
Screams peeled my skin to the bones
They crashed with the wind of fire
I'm trying to extinguish hell with my tears

This would be a perfect action movie
When the words are the only gun I have
Sick tired body on the floor with the
sore vocal cords
Love, don't lose your voice

Don't sing the song of your heart for a few days
Don't leave footprints to the every written poem
Truth is a game of a brain
From an old broken omen
Don't believe every ghost's words

I keep praying "it will be alright"
But in this corner of hell God can't watch anymore
His duty over, I failed the exam of infinity
Is this my origin story or
Is this
the end...?

© 2025 Beren

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Fabian G. Franklin

Yes, everyone pays the fiddler to dance with the devil, and the music is the most expensive lesson we ever learn. But redemption is the result of change and forgiveness the reward. The hardest thing is learning to forgive ourselves for singing along. But if we live we learn. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 6 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

6 Months Ago

Yess! Right words as always sir! It's good to remember it's okay to sing alone. Thank you really muc.. read more

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Lydia Shutter

A very powerful emotional poem. I think a superhero movie with the hero throwing words at the bad guys is a splendid idea! Lydi**

Posted 6 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

6 Months Ago

Awww! Thank you. I love your poems! Your comment made me delightful! Hope you are doing well!

Soren

In the circle is infinity no beginning no end just being. This poem speaks out of this circle asking for meaning and in the greater view of things there is no meaning just being. A lovely write