Compartmentalized Rage.


They saw my poetry. They loved it. Then they tried to trick me into using my poems for their own benefit… Big mistake.


I look through

The glass ceiling

I see you peering back at me,

You crash through,

Land on my level

Only to crash through, again

Glass was never meant

To hold the weight

Of such a big head.


You sell humanity false dreams

Feeding off the seams

Of hope and all that follows,

What could’ve been is now

Just another chapter 

On my road to self-fulfillment

Your mistake was assuming

That I, was just another target

Mess with the prototype 

And all you’ll have left are stars

From the entire cosmos

Playing merry-go-round

Over your brain case.


Trying to make a quick buck 

Over my love for this?

No such luck, duck duck goose

You must have a few screws loose

If you think losing you

Is the be all end all of my passion.


If anyone lost, its you

I hold poetry in my palm

Tying the foundations of the art

With a decorative bow

Its a gift.


Undoubtedly you’ll find another

But like me? None other,

None other will tear the veil

None other will advocate for humanity

To the degree of who I see

When I look in the mirror.


– Original-Dante ©2017


Art by: cosmicbound


Daily Prompt:  Successful



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