TW: mentions of suicide and death
a story so solemn,
countless devastation after the next.
vicissitude of death,
revocation of all that is opportune.
the cataclysm seems to accumulate,
to the point where it's almost comical.
how is it even possible?
my guess - the gods.
oh, how they yearn for my downfall.
fabricating extensive adversity after the next,
directing me to the route
with a trajectory to no consequence.
ending it all has crossed my mind,
yet, the inclination cannot be brought to life.
how poetically ironic.
at last, i can openly pronounce
my tribulations as a comedy.
for why else would these afflictions occur
if not to be funny?
YOU ARE READING
𝐓𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, poetry
Poetryeverything I want to say is at the tip of my tongue... original poetry cover by ( @voidslunatic )
