Devo Poem by Roxy Kovács

I learned a word that felt like glass,
fragile enough to let time pass.
maybe next year, I'll learn to drift,
to let go without falling adrift.
In this world, I feel so lost,
giving love comes at cost.
I pour and pour, but the cup stays dry,
why do I give when the well runs high?
I must stay focused on the goal,
this is just many of the things in life can't control,
but I feel so devo,
man, why do I feel so devo?
I could paint your sparks in gold,
soft edges that refuse to fold.
You're jagged, raw, but still electric,
chaotic, flawed and magnetic.
maybe that's why I'm so devo,
I've always hated the shiny things,
I'd rather choose the vikings than the kings,
and maybe I scared you away "cause,
you thought I'd rather see crowns.
I swear I'll go now,
if my heart would allow,
please act on the blame,
and promise me, you'll stay away,
I'm so not here on this earth,
to say what they say,
or play what they play.
I'll stay devo unfortunately,
but, please if you may,
stay, away.
How can I speak when they've already won?
I'm lost in the race before it's begun.
Gratitude feels like a hollow prize,
when I'm drowning in silence and no one replies.
I'm just a sillouette,
I'll be here till dusk till dawn.
It's the same old cycle, the same closed door,
I'm stucked on the ground while they all soar.
Why does my joy always slips my grasp?
When will I rise from the questions I ask?
My tears ran dry, i wrote for years,
spillink ink to mask my fears.
I've broken hearts, mine's been destroyed,
and yet I write, a task employed.
Now I'm getting tired, tired of all this,
"Cause I'm so behind, and I don't see myself going ahead.
Lord, how long must I wait for light?
Will joy come knocking, even one night?
Just one moment to lift the weight,
before my heart bends and it's too late.
I lost the color on my face,
these eyes that once brimmed with dreams,
now ache in silence, screaming for relief in ways no one hears.
once these pages of my mine were full of mispells,
now I know exactly, perfectly, how to tell what I need to tell.
once, my mind was sharp, alive,
but now it struggles just to survive.
Empty, hollow, weighed with bags,
carrying nothing but heartache's rags.