There is a dead lightbulb
hiding in this man's dead eye
there is a void
in the world of tomorrow
we look and we see sorrow
this man has dull hair
hiding a black hole
where memories leaked into the loveseat
where he last
counted himself amoung the living
red memories dried brown before long
and there was nothing not wrong
but nothing could matter
when nobody cares
Nothing could matter
when it's all that is there.
Author notes
Succumb was the word of inspiration. I guess he succumbed to depression and lost love. And the urge to write what he knew would be bad poetry.
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Comments
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The feeling of succumbing to depression was well expressed here. Thanks for the entry and best wishes in the contest.
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