Nirvana Of Misery Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Ignominious Death
Because she didn't head right instead of left
Turned towards the wrong choices, instead of the right
Lost all sense of what matters; lost sight
It was all make-believe
Absurdity, illusions, valueless streams
Ripped at the seams
Adulterated, virulent scenes
In her head, ringing—the screams
The nightmare, the truth of 'the dream.'
The truth about our sex, and about the human race
Humans, strange tongue, with a mask and no face
Blinded by lights, and the pretty-girl batter
"Don't you dare get any fatter! "
Flaws covered, and they are erased
The pointless dream that we all chased
The valley of dolls equates to death
Saturated in plastic, nothing's left
They dip their souls in the make-believe
Until they begin to dry-heave
They vomit their individuality in heaps
Too many lies, too many times
Too many wrinkles would be a crime
The coarse, wrinkled hair, rotting skin, and bad breath
Unacceptable at best
Horrific at worst
How dare she no longer be able to place first
Quit the pageant, the beauty race, the contest
The woman's life-long task that is nonsense
She grew old, had to quit, she had to relent
She finds herself floating, towards peace, she descends
But she isn't concluded; she learns
As her smoldering fiery flame within starts to burn
She waves a goodbye
The chore, the facade, the contest evaporates
As her head fills with visions, her mind saturates
Her with the images of what defines pure grace
It isn't the contest, it isn't the first place
Nor is it second, third fourth or fifth
This is something much more stunning- a prize-winning gift!
Nature's film, the actual world that's an ocean
Vast with emotion, not pictures in fast-forward motion
She is ready to embrace it, sheds skins; ready to transcend
Ready for the end, ready to descend

She flops the course, she fails the grade, because she found something better than The Feminine Game.


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