Why do I feel like I'm drowning
why do I feel like I'm falling.
Why am I constantly frowning?
why am I constantly stalling?
I guess it's the way of the beast,
and this is my new way of life.
I went from the greatest to least,
from my triumphs I fell into strife.
Stuck in a cold lonely night
these dark visions distort in my head.
I'm losing my reasons to fight
and my will merely hangs by a thread.
The blissful illusions have died
and the pain is found deep in my soul.
Prophecies that I've denied
are the reasons that I've lost control.
Now I feel so inundated
by all of the time that I've lost.
Now I'm left here so frustrated
to think of life's terrible cost.
I see the plot and its thickness
for I am no longer secure.
I just can't escape this sickness
so I look, but I can't find a cure.
Author notes
It's been a while since I've written a dark poem so I figured I would give this a try.
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