An afterimage of blackness
Only surviving through sharpness
Unending existence
Unsubsiding and empty
Ambient sounds remind me
Of falling through tragedy
Entities clawing at my memories
An agonizing spinning
Slipping through space as I wonder forward
Toward...
Nothingness
Disoriented and hopeless
Held captive by my own thoughts
And this darkness swirling round me
This portrait of myself
I don't recognize
A massacre of my self image
Imagine
Fantasy self
Help
I despise this depression
Raindrops dripping from nothing
Nonexistent clouds
Not covering the sun
It's frightening...
This pleasure
I feel when stuck deep
It's endlessly disorienting
Stuck in this promise
Captive
I couldn't leave if I wanted too
- Author: PaperFlowerFields ( Offline)
- Published: March 4th, 2024 14:12
- Category: Unclassified
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