My Dying Thoughts

My Dying Thoughts

A Poem by Joe O
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Just a poem. Not how I feel

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Dying from this sickness that is my mind.

A bottle to wash away the pain and to pass the time.

Roll my last blunt and let the smoke lift me up.

Because I've been stuck in a dark world.


Wishing for death to come.

I just want it to be done.

No more tears.

I have no fear for the reaper.


Happiness is a lie.

If it wasn’t then I wouldn't cry.

I lost my love.

Can’t wait to be high above.


I can’t sleep at night.

My dreams give me such a fright.

Writing down these words.

Just so I can be heard.

As I give up on life.


If I disappear.

Who would really care?

As I’m just a nightmare.

© 2019 Joe O


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you've captured despair
caged it in word form
starved it
studied it
and preserved it in poetic prose
poignant and powerful portrayal
of mental affliction
well written

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Joe O
Joe O

Derby, CT



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I'm 25 years old trying to be a writer/poet. I was published in 2012 for the first time in the book "Best Poets & Poems Of 2012. But I really need to improve my writing. I like to call myself an outca.. more..

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