Darkness Rising

brothervilheim

I feel darkness rising in me

All around people living happily

Cheerfully, and I'm sick with envy

Eternally lonely clouded in a fog so thick it chokes out all of me, seeping out from the cracks in my psyche

In the end i create the calamities that lead to my mental tragedies.

The irony that causes my own insanity

Always alone but so full of anxiety

I let no one get near me

I think truly without this poetic therapy,

I would be but memory

A thought fading yearly until I'm gone completely

Nothing left but pages of unread poetry

A ghost with no one to care to mourn me.

 

  • Author: brothervilheim (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 18th, 2021 07:26
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 20
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Goldfinch60

    Poetry is your medication and it needs to be written more and more and in time that fog will life and light will come into your life.

    Andy

    • brothervilheim

      In truth I often feel my poetry is all I have
      Thank you for reading and commenting.

    • L. B. Mek

      dear Poet, you're awesome!
      thanks for sharing, your words of wisdom...
      'I think truly without this poetic therapy,
      I would be but memory'

      • brothervilheim

        Thank you for taking the time to read it.
        Means a lot to me that people would
        Thank you again



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