I actually wrote this poem relatively recently, when I got out of my antisocial bubble few months ago after years of doing nothing besides doing homework and going to lectures in college. However, this period also marks a strong feeling of (pleasant) confusion for me, as I am trying out new things every week.
Also, as you will notice in most of my poems, they are gloomy and depressive in nature, but all of them have a certain meaning attached to them. Here, for instance, while I discovered many new things I am really happy with, a strong echo from the past was strongly calling me, back when I made a series of regrettable choices and blamed myself for just about anything I did. Now that I see some things more clearly than before, I am confident enough to share them with the rest of the world. This poem is a perfect start for many poems I've made in the past few years.
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To bottomless trench
There's only a step.
It goes down. And down,
Removing any trace of memory.
I mourn my own tragedy.
Tragedy of stormy seas and beasts.
I find myself gloomy and lost,
Carrying turmoil painted by my sorrow.
And do I bother?
No, this shell is hollow.
There is no sky I perceive.
Whatever is up, it's foul and wicked.
A catastrophe of fears and hates,
Not of others', but my own ways.
Yet this is what life is called...
A single step.
A single step into the unknown.
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Life through Fleeting Thoughts - English poetry
PoesíaHere you can find all the poems I write in English. Personally, I prefer English because it allows me to express myself in a more rhythmic way, something which I don't usually associate with my mother tongue. Anyways, the poems I wrote here are a co...
