Darkness and tolls - they linger, side by side they loom.
I've seen my life tomorrow, in a densely shallow tomb.
Doom is closing in.
A weight of times forgotten, sanity has its costs,
Fading at a heroes pace, all light in the night is lost.
Doom is closing in.
Free of contradiction, fawn of fate arise,
resign the conscious battle, deathly fear subsides.
Doom has closed me in.
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Author:
John-C-Hunter (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The slow progression and acceptance of the inevitable loss of sanity. - A prisoner inside your own existence.
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Awesome write
Thank you.
Welcome
I believe you are referring that existencial dilemma we often face when we try to figure out why we are here juxtaposed to why the hell are we when we all die anyway. This is well written and enjoyable.
Loss of sanity and the acceptance that reality is a mental awareness that not all of us enjoy throughout the duration of life.
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