A Poem by Death's Poet

Please offer criticism. I want to grow and become more active on here. Please encourage and critic me :)

The only thing around me
That feels remotely stable
Are these white, stucco walls

Emotionality I deal with
The shaking inside me
Voice cracking in work calls

This is being an adult
You clock in 9 to 5
That's how the future falls....Right?

Maybe it's not.
Maybe I'm caught
Maybe I cannot escape the thought
of the things I have sought

And they are all in vain
I'm soaked in pain
My tears chill my cheeks like rain
My life splits like paths, so many a lane
I want to scream but I try to refrain
I know this rhythm makes no sense

but listen, I'm not sane

© 2020 Death's Poet

Author's Note

Death's Poet
I would love if you gave criticism or interacted. I am dealing with depression and trying to find encouragement. Any and ALL comments welcome

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Added on September 7, 2020
Last Updated on September 7, 2020
Tags: sadness, sad, loneliness, pain


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