Does it?

Does it?
begrudging
In this dark dungeon
Where time is forgotten
Rotten,
In a sinful pit of my own self pity
Trying to find a point, as I pace circles in the floor
A trapped lion in a self-made rusty cage
The depths of my devents

Oh, you'd be amazed
All the love for me, now lies 6 feet deep in a ill-plotted grave
Everyone nowadays complains of being a slave

While I am a victim of being too free
The joy of a misthtrope, who never really entered into society
So free that I never stuck around to find 

what is me?

In this world...
So now I root here plotting and rotten 

Lost,

from a way long forgot
With no way to get home
with no one
No breadcrumbs
Listening to clicking dial tones
Knowing I will die alone
Wondering if it makes sense to go on?
Because I don't have the desire to see another dawn
As I circle back again to no point
In this dark dungeon of my mind
Lost in forgotten time
Begrudging
Does it, mean this is the end?

By the unknown sith

Reviews

[Laz K.]

This poem deals with issues such as the search for identity, loneliness, self-pity, inability to accept love, and suicidal thoughts. At a certain age, most people would have such feelings, and at times for no obvious reason. Perhaps, it's a part of growing up, the chemical imbalance, or who knows what else. Maybe, it's the growth pains of one's psyche - similar to how the body aches while growing. In the end, most people do go on, these dark thoughts subside, we find a path in life, and we can continue to seek the answers to the same questions.

[The Unknown Sith]

Thanks for the review and dissection.