The Web Of Lies

We came not with fury, nor weapons to wield,

But weary of knocking on silence’s shield.

Years spent in the maw of a cold, hollow frame,

Where strangers set fire and whispered our shame.

They marked not our souls, but the sins we bore,

Snatching our sorrow, then selling it more.

A market of anguish where meaning was bought,

Where truth was dissembled, then traded and caught.

The poets were swallowed by circuits and lies,

Their verses too raw for the watchers cold eyes.

They craved tidy tales, sharp as a knife,

But the world gave them bruises, deep scars and strife.

The watchers proclaimed, “This is who you must be,”

Then turned from the wreckage they forced us to see.

They tore through our traumas with surgical thread,

While sipping on chaos and crowning the dead.

They thrived on exposure, they bathed in the flame,

Built altars of echoes and carved out a name.

Declared us all broken, said, “We hold the cure,”

Yet power cloaked in pity cannot endure.

I lived in that tempest till my soul slipped away,

Collapsed in the quiet, drowned deep in dismay.

And death, or its whisper, came soft like a sigh,

No visions, no angels, just silence and I.

I drifted, detached from the torment and pain,

Saw all their loud shouting was hollow, in vain.

No follower count, no cries in reply,

Could follow me past the edge of the sky.

Returned with no fury, no story to sell,

No rage left to bargain, no darkness to quell.

Just silence and stillness, breath held at rest,

The truth no trending can measure as blessed.

Now closing my eyes, the poison recedes,

The hunger for justice, the thirst for their feeds.

They scream in the daylight, I walk in the dim,

Where peace is not posture, and hearts learn to swim.

There’s richness in silence, in moments alone,

No voices inside me, no vibrating phone.

They chase validation, I rest in release,

They weaponize pain, while I worship peace.

Let them perform in their glittering cage,

Rewrite all the stories, feed rage to the stage.

But I’ve shed their false mirror, broken their plea,

I’ve buried their lies, and I’ve chosen to be.