A Poem by T.S. Claus

I feel the whole-less, Physical absences

When writing sentences

From the disgusting thing that bred me

The schizophrenic

I am like a noxious gas

Attracting disease and famine

It comes from miles away

Somedays I feel okay...

I want to be wild

I want to change again

Most days I know I'll kill myself 

© 2017 T.S. Claus

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Such a dark piece, full of anxiety and despair. I have to say it depressed me just reading it, can't imagine what it took to write it. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 5 Years Ago

T.S. Claus

5 Years Ago

Thank you for reading, I hope you found it worth reading despite the darkness of it. Thanks!
A trauma can drive someone insane. The insanity is intensely reflected in above words.

Posted 5 Years Ago

T.S. Claus

5 Years Ago

Thank you for taking the time to read this and comment. I'm very pleased you think such an emotion w.. read more

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Added on June 4, 2017
Last Updated on June 4, 2017


T.S. Claus
T.S. Claus

Detroit, MI

Tyler S. Claus, studying journalism in Detroit, Michigan. I write Short Stories, screenplays, News Articles (Satire), Poems and Prose, and hope to strengthen my abilities in all aspects of writing w.. more..

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