A past filled with regret wrapped me this present of pain,
Creased self-loathing over doubt and shame.
Enclosed cold shadow in iniquity and painted it gold.
First prize for failure, who else could claim it.
Holding it to my ear I heard the echoes of past tears,
Brave claims of overcoming darkness that crumbled to naught.
The sobs of yesterday as the night brought with it a vacuum,
Empty loneliness that no coat could warm.
The memory stirring sitting well in my mind,
A welcome guest among the inhabitants.
Sparking discourse of my descent towards demise, the hell that awaits.
A future surrounded by my past,
What more torment can purgatory offer than eternity in a mirrored room.
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Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems about my struggles with mental health issues. Writing has always been an escape for me and it has exposed me to some of the most wonderful and creative people this generation has to offer. Their words continue to inspire me to...
