Dean Reganart
As I have been more depressed than usual during this Holiday season I though it was apt to publish a poem I wrote when my mental state was particularly bad. I wrote this poem `Darkness` on one of these days.
DARKNESS FILLS MY SKULL LIKE SEWERAGE
POURING Its STENCH INTO MY COLOURLESS ABYSS
TEARS CANNOT COME ANYMORE
WAR HAS SUCKED THE LIFE AND SOUL FROM ME
BLACK BLACK PAIN CRUSHES ME REMORSELESSLY
WALKING THIS EARTH LIKE A PITIFUL ZOMBIE
LOOK INTO MY EYES AND SEE THE DEVILS SMILE
HE LIKES MY PAIN
STAY CLEAR OF ME AND ALL I SAY
I WILL POSION YOUR DAY WITH GREIF
JUST LAUGH AND MOVE ON
THIS CREATURE CAN SMILE TOO
WATCH Its GRIMACE
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
© Mack (RG)"Every day feels like the day of a funeral"
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