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
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Just another circle then
Just once more 'round the bend
The final lap the hardest
But rope waits at the end
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Author:
Quemis (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I want to fucking die
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Comments5
Your comment... Please don't. Reach out to someone. You're not as alone as you feel...
No worries.
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
Post Script:
Ring a 'Help' line if you feel you have noone you can confide in personally
Take care, Dave
Thanks.
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!
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.
By the way, this is the most wonderful title to a poem on this site!
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