When can I be okay?
Will it be soon?
Or am I doomed to feel this gloom?
All eternity shall I lie in this tomb.
Bloom I can't, stuck in this room,
For whom shall I ask for help?
Fume and fume my life will fume!
I'm ready to assume this is forever!
Presume me dead for soon I shall be.
The womb I wish I'd never crawled out of!
Consume all this joy and happiness from me.
Put on a costume and never take off.
Do not exhume me, I wish to lay here!
Tunes and melodies have been disharmonious.
My life like a balloon, ready to boom!
Immune I wish I could be from all this negativity.
Entomb me in a sugary sweet coffin.
Strewn my body across the seven seas.
Noon to the rising of the moon every day,
Shall I hewn and destroy myself.
By June, I will be gone.
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Author:
SugarCMHR (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2024 14:09
- Comment from author about the poem: I tried making a poem in the style of a shitty A.I writing a poem but also combined it with Shakespearean/Elizabethan setup. It turned out bad, but it was supposed to be bad.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Excellent work.
Thank you dearly! Apologies for the late reply, haven't been to active!
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