My life, it’s here
Riddled with poisons
Consumed in fear
I hide my face so you can’t see
A Coward and an Imposter
Built these walls too perfectly
Most agree it’s improper
Here, my life is, still
Fears imprison my mind
Pain will fulfill
And never be left behind
Declining sanity
Aroused when anguished
Such a gorgeous tragedy
All reason vanquished
Manifesting these words from my nightmares
Sharing my agonies with you
Only to find out no one cares
Devastation I can’t undo
Still, not shooting for better
About the Creator
DMTakeshi
DMTakeshi has zero credentials and these poems have a high probability that they are the ramblings of a person with a serious mental illness. Enjoy!
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶a day ago in Petlife
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