Reality, Truth

a poem about how sad thoughts change my everyday life

The way I lost everything
was as cruel as can be.
The reason I am nothing
is this thing I am but don't want to be.
All became clear, inside my mind
when I was trying to find
a proper solution. And death
seemed like sweet aroma for my breaths
as it would be the end.
Now I see and find in darkness,
my soul's inside is the darkest
place I could live in.

And I've lost all I could have
kept as beautiful and mine.
My mind, my soul,
poetry...love...all.

So I decide, to end the torturous
everyday heart-beating
and stay in the blindness
of an everyday underground living.

Author's Note

thank you for reading. Sorry for being so self-centered.

Reviews

[steppenwolf]

Dear friend, I know how this feels.