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The Void
Transparent universe that I awake in
Fills my body with overwhelming fear
As I await for its arrival
What you ask
I don’t know
The existence of this creature is that of torment
Stench of disease and vile filth
It’s origin unknown
Older than most possibly anything that could be
Nowhere to run or hide
A Barron wasteland filled with bodies of the damned
What is to become of me? For I still do not know. I scream out to this being take me take me. End my suffering for this feeling is one of horror and dread
Have I gone insane? I worry my dreams have become reality.
Fills my body with overwhelming fear
As I await for its arrival
What you ask
I don’t know
The existence of this creature is that of torment
Stench of disease and vile filth
It’s origin unknown
Older than most possibly anything that could be
Nowhere to run or hide
A Barron wasteland filled with bodies of the damned
What is to become of me? For I still do not know. I scream out to this being take me take me. End my suffering for this feeling is one of horror and dread
Have I gone insane? I worry my dreams have become reality.
Published 27th May 2020
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27th May 2020 9:18am
This poem reminds me of 4.48 Psychosis, the last play by British playwright Sarah Kane, in which she mixes dialogue and stage direction and eschews coherent plot to convey what it’s like to be depressively insane. Have a read sometime, it’s not long and you might find it interesting: http://rlmalvin.angelfire.com/KaneSarah448Psychosis.pdf
30th May 2020 6:26pm
22nd Mar 2024 9:40am
Another powerful & dark write. This one I have similar thoughts in my dreams. Your poems inspire!
