There I am;
laying beneath the loamy earth;
a shroud for all my past sorrows,
wondering how I got to here
From where I used to be.
I breath in the dust of nations,
choke on the antiquity of my death.
I have been dead for so long,
even before they buried my soul,
I was waking,
Living,
Moving,
Breathing...
But not alive...
I was everything BUT alive.
And now, My life has come to this,
caught up to my soul.
This time I am truly dead.
I guaranteed it.
Past the point of no return.
Author notes
“After years of soul-searching, I finally found myself…
I dug a six-foot, deep hole, and I was there."
by David Hall aka Poetic-Theorm
A contest entry
- ~ * my dark quote is your prompt * ~ by Poetic-Theorem.
700 points, ended November 4, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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so depressing
I wonder if some poets are condemned to wrtite poetry about darkness, and depression, can't actually blmae them, because it's beautifully penned
but too much depressing imagery is indeed depressing
that is my only critique
be well
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Cool, thanks for the Comment!
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IN-teresting...cool quote. Odd, but good.
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Very Intense take on my quote
Great dark imagery and poignant as well..very thought-provolking..perhaps it is true that one can spend everyday breathing, having emotions, actually surviving day to day and still not "Living"..somewhat like a walking dead i suppose..this is how I interpreted this piece rather right or wrong..Brilliant penning!!!
Wish you the best in the contest...David
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