AmonDagon666
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:28pm
Yesterday 5:28pm
Oblivion
I'm already dead,
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
36 reads
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AmonDagon666
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:28pm
Yesterday 5:28pm
Oblivion
I'm already dead,
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
36 reads
0 Comments
AmonDagon666
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:28pm
Yesterday 5:28pm
Oblivion
I'm already dead,
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
36 reads
0 Comments
AmonDagon666
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:28pm
Yesterday 5:28pm
Oblivion
I'm already dead,
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
36 reads
0 Comments
AmonDagon666
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:28pm
Yesterday 5:28pm
Oblivion
I'm already dead,
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
36 reads
0 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
Agoraphobia
abused
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression #PTSD
#depression #PTSD
56 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
Agoraphobia
abused
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression #PTSD
#depression #PTSD
56 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
Agoraphobia
abused
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression #PTSD
#depression #PTSD
56 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
Agoraphobia
abused
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression #PTSD
#depression #PTSD
56 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
NP
NP
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
89 reads
4 Comments
NP_NP
NP
NP
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
89 reads
4 Comments
NP_NP
NP
NP
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
89 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Depression by New Members
