As though the darkness isn't enough,
As though the rage doesn't tear and rip at my lips,
As Though the sorrow of Her dying out doesn't sunder the soul,
The Archive sends me my sister, slipping, slipping away,
Going mad over the fact that she is dead.
She cried hysterically, pupils dilated larger than the eye can see,
Mirroring the darkness in my heart.
They send their soldiers, their Crew,
To delete me; wash my memories away,
They kill me, but they can’t erase the memories,
They can’t keep me in their catalog of the dead forever.
They can’t stop my partner from waking me, setting me free.
They can’t stop ME.
They can’t break me like they broke my sister,
They send their Keepers to lock me back up,
They send their Crew to shut me into the void.
They rejoice in the thought of me being erased
As though it was all a joke...
But, it isn't.
“Confusion tips the scale” so confusion I shall make.
The repetition that you use emphasizes the character's strengths and his power. The capitalization is very well placed to accentuate certain words, and I liked your last line.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition makes the poem really dramatic.
ReplyDeleteI like how you repeated They a lot and the way you arranged the words and words you used really added a deeper meaning.
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