Degeneration of your mind

You may think that I don't know.

Everywhere I go, you come along.

Your head can't bear that much.

Some things will never change.

Some things you'll never understand.

You're used to have everything on your feet.

But trust me, that won't happen anymore.

Write it on your head, like a chorus.

Dreaming of something that never happened.

Dreaming of something that you never had.

Nostalgia makes everything up.

No matter what you do,

I'll always be ahead of you.

Don't waste your time trying to beat me,

On a game created by myself.

No matter what you do,

You'll never be satisfied,

You'll never understand.

I'll never go away.

You're only getting degeneration of your mind

And death.

Reviews

[Misery]

Each of us is our own worse torment, and we cannot escape from ourselves.
Your poem scatters light upon our most deeply confined truth. Well done, dear poet.