My emotions are a colossal catastrophe,
nothing but hopelessness at my minds own barbarity.
My mind, imagine the ocean,
it's akin to my own emotion.
Surrounded by the vast dark sea,
trapped with nowhere to flea.
My mind rarely breaks above the surface,
my lungs barely know their purpose.
Its dark and suffocating,
my mind desolate yet raging.
My limbs feel heavy,
my strength unsteady.
I'm beginning to falter,
my rage, my anger, resembling the water.
The grief, the sorrow,
correspondent to the depth.
I cause my own emotional slaughter.
I bring my own spiritual death.
I lay my mind on the sacrificial altar.
I succumb to the conclusion of my minds own illusion.
I sink into the depths in my minds own physcological warfare.
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Author:
GlitteryTurd (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 5th, 2023 03:43
- Comment from author about the poem: I tend to write poems when I feel overwhelmed, Its a way for me to express and explain how I feel, I struggle to speak out how I feel but words, sentences bombard me so I scribble them down and end up with a poem, some rhyme some do not, Darker poems come easier than happy poems, so sorry in advance.
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
Yeah , emotions can be difficult to deal with sometimes .. I can understand that
A good and nicely expressed poem .. tho sad
You are not alone .. & welcome to MPS .. I sincerely hope you will be happy here 🙂
This express feeling of many of us .This is true . But try to find a little happiness when you are sad
An honest write hey. Beautifully woven.
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