I was a fool,
A damned fool,
To think that a crush wouldn't hurt.
I only have hate,
A vile hate,
For the world and all of its works.
With all this grief,
This rotten grief,
My tears flow fresh from my sin.
I opened my heart,
My lonesome heart,
And now my light grows so dim.
Into the grave,
That smiling grave,
I thrust my worthiless corpse.
To rid all this pain,
The cackling pain,
I leave without a remorse.
Relief from my mind,
My Quagmiric mind,
Is worth all the shame of death.
When all is divined,
And my stuff defined,
They'll see nothing worthwhile was left.
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Author:
AnxiousMane (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Crumpled and covered in dust and snow, at the bottom of a canyon
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
This poem sends a message of depression following despair over nonacceptance or rejection. A dark write
A well crafted but very dark write of depression and serious despair , you can sense the anger and pain as you read, nicely expressed
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