Misery's End

Victim to an anguish, that she'll never fully vanquish

As if stars falling from the sky, her dreams wink out and die

An impenetrable darkness blankets everything in an inky blackness

Stealing all hope away, replacing it with a painful and malignant dismay

No one left to call out to, nothing left to hold onto

A razor as thin as ice, calls out a promise of solace

With a firm but gentle slash, blood wells and spills up out of the smooth gash

Down her wrist run rivers of crimson red, a momentary reminder she's not dead

As blood begins to pool her skin begins to cool

Finally, she escapes her sorrow, for there will be no tomorrow

As darkness devours light, she has no desire to fight

Successfully aborted from this life's womb, she heads willing to her tomb

  • Author: Annabeth Isabella Thatcher (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 19th, 2022 08:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this while struggling with my depression.
  • Category: Sad
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  • shaa

    Soo sad, glad you actually didn't go through with what you penned down

    • darknessandlight

      Thank you, that means a lot. I am too, I hate to think of all the things I would have missed and the differences I could make.

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