Untitled 12A Poem by DarkPoet
Daily i lay awake at night
Thinking of how to end my sorry life I ask myself the question; why? I don't know the answer so i just cry I exist in a body with a mind that wants death;a human of a rare kind My dark clouds in the sunn sky has me encumbered By the rigours of life and living my strength is outnumbered A positive "can do" attitude Does little or nothing to help my ineptitude I'm lost,endangered like a Nigerian male in custody of SARS Who has no good fortune written in the stars Guilt overwhelms me like a raging Tsunami I am as powerless as a dead Zombie I see myself sinking in a dark hot bottomless pit Swerved here and there unable to find my feet No adequate words to describe the plethora of emotions Existing within me in motion I am conscious of their presence by the tiredness of my joints Like a living being at zero point I wonder if slashing my wrist to drain out my blood Will rescue me from ennui's drowning flood Or if blowing with a short gun my brain to pieces Will bring the much sought after peace For somewhere in my life lies a strong Conviction That something is wrong with me Only in the event of my exit by death will i be free In life,home and work i feel like an alien from outer space Who knows no rest till its return to its rightful place I have felt this way for so long Anything other than this feels wrong © 2019 DarkPoet |
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Added on June 16, 2019 Last Updated on June 16, 2019 AuthorDarkPoetLagos, NigeriaAboutLife is short Capturing my thoughts All is dark with an occasional glimpse of the sun By my words I may or may not be remembered after I am gone more..Writing
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