I Spend a Lot of Time with People that Don't Exist


Daydreams spin sharp adoration
For the clay ghost in my head
Need older than inception
Weighs time in heavy lead

Carry me pondering patience
Drag me oh baffling brood
Whisper of comfort tomorrow
Save this old maw her dark mood


Just another circle then
Just once more 'round the bend
The final lap the hardest
But rope waits at the end

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2020 03:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: I want to fucking die
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 53
  • User favorite of this poem: hauntlywitch.


  • Clara

    Your comment... Please don't. Reach out to someone. You're not as alone as you feel...

    • Quemis

      No worries.

    • Doggerel Dave

      IF this is a piece of poetry, well crafted, which generalises a position many experience, then well said...
      IF, however, this is an honest description of a state you are experiencing right now then take Clara's advice seriously - however difficult or impossible this might appear.
      Take extremely good care of yourself, Dave

    • Doggerel Dave

      Post Script:

      Ring a 'Help' line if you feel you have noone you can confide in personally
      Take care, Dave

      • Quemis


      • jarcher54

        I think your Author's Comment caused the most consternation here... your craft is so tight I assume you understand the feelings you relate but are not so much experiencing them as reproducing them, exploring them, reifying them in art. But your side comment made me almost look up someone in your area to go take away your rope!

        • Quemis

          Thank you for these comments.

          Actually, in general I do find life to be extremely difficult, terrifying, and painful. I was in a specifically dark place when I wrote this - but I take it as a huge compliment that this was your thought process.

        • jarcher54

          By the way, this is the most wonderful title to a poem on this site!

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