Dark Poems

These poems I wrote when I felt really down in the dumps and like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. Don’t freak out by whatever emotions are expressed. They are quite cathartic for me and you should try writing some crazy poems too. Enjoy!

  1. Falling Star
  2. Thinking
  3. Lament
  4. Bleeding
  5. Lyric of Fear

Falling Star.

How I wish
For the day to freeze
A moment in the breeze
Of fading bliss.
How I pray
For the shutters to still
The spool to reel
While I take a last bow.
Alas! For me
The journey has ended.
My muse is spent
And rests in the grave.

Thinking.

My heart grows weary as the days go by
I ask myself “Wilt this cup pass me by?
My soul call out for relief unseen
In vain, I await the solace I seek. Keen
as a falcon, my heart listens for hope’s light feet
Hopefully, hastening to unburden my laden self. A feat
so great, I despair aid shall come in time.
As slowly and surely, my biological clock keeps time.
This torture within my breast is too great to hide
Haunting and hurting at every turn of the tide.
My eyes shed tears, bright and unseen, as soundlessly
I weep for the future I see not, fearlessly
I await the sound of Charon’s bold swish
parting the gloomy dank water of the Styx. I wish.

Lament.

Thinking long and hard
As weary sighs cross my lips.
A day passeth not by
I dream of better days.
My cup overflows with woe
Yet shows no signs of ceasing.
I wonder to myself
If this too shall pass away.
All day is night to me,
The night knows no bounds for me.
The brow of the Lord
Is heavy upon my face.
With no guide to lead me
Through hell from heaven,
My mount of joy has been forever obscured.

Bleeding.

Crawling in my skin,
The filthy tattered bag of lipids,
Slinking in the farthest corner of my hide,
Hides a worn and weary old soul.
Tainted by the shame of yesterday,
Blighted by the sneers of the mob,
The shards of despair still fill my dreams.
Steadily running and overflowing,
My heart blushes black with loss of life.
Little rivulets that course unevenly
Over and across the crater that is my heart.
Aching to spill the black blood inside,
Yet may now, for my muse is trapped.

Lyric of Fear.

My trail’s gone cold I wonder why I
Bothered to pray at all.
Early storm signs ‘cross my window
And I’m not scared at all
And even if I were, it’d be for a while
‘Cos the prophecy goes like this,
It reminds me that I’m doomed to lose
And I’m not scared at all.
When I got up this morn and prayed to God
To spare my tears today
It turned out the tears not only stopped to fall
But drenched my soul in pain
And even if He could have stopped the pain,
Still the hurt will linger on
It reminds me it’s as bad as that
And I’m not scared at all.