My Self Assassination

From the opaque reserves of my character

I delay leaving self-abhorrence

Merely to apprehend I am unaccompanied

And permanently despondent in the verity

I am an unqualified malfunction

And need to breathe my last breath

Like a despicable syndrome

Because subsequent to this problematical exertion

I have naught to demonstrate on behalf of it

And there is no assistance

I comprehend I have no aptitude

I appreciate I have no raison d'être

Reviews

[reflectingus]

This poem has touched me in every possible way. I am astonished by the brilliance of your vocabulary, and how it really makes you think, and that despondent mood was beautifully portrayed with the most elaborate details. I think you have succeeded in not just pouring your heart out, but touching other people's hearts as well, in the process. This is just mind blowing. Goes right to my favorites.

[Rob Santana]

Raw and heavy,love it Raven. "I am an unqualified malfunction" clever wording. Kick a*s write.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

this is very deep and emotional- your emotions poured down the page so fluently!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

It is indeed "a despicable syndrome"...
You have so brilliantly depicted this downward spiral of self-deprecation. I know that the darkness can sometimes linger in the corner of our minds...but there is light where you least expect it.~xo~

WELL written... Excellent write!