The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
From nothing I came
And to nothing will I return
Between these an eternal agony of existing
Bearing me onward
Towards oblivion
A nobody I was
A nobody I will be
Lost in this wilderness of being
Reminding me always
Of my failure
Born nowhere
I will die nowhere
Alone along many paths have I stumbled
Unguided, unknown
Unwanted
16/03/2021
Leave a CommentSo many dreams have died
In my heart
And now another
Of you
How much more heartache must I take
Before I die?
What new pains
Must I learn
Before the darkness?
Let me retire from this life’s race
Defeated and forgotten
Torment me not with stark remembrances
Of what could not be
Persecute not this weary soul
With hateful voices
03/08/1992
Leave a CommentAn ending we have in darkness
And a beginning.
‘Twixt these
An emptiness of pain.
02/05/1992
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