Carmine Branco

Tired, insecure, clueless 

 forever more.

Life, delusione, useless 

is how I feel. 

Wordless, foolish, despair 

is very real. 

Failure, without hope, damnation 

becomes the rule. 

Come for me, sweet death, 

come for me and set me 


  • Author: Carmine Branco (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2018 08:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: Overwhelmed by life. A challenge.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: marlenawood.


  • marlenawood

    Very intense piece ❤️

  • Carmine Branco

    Thank you

  • Ivory

    This is deep. I really liked this piece.

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