Dark Release

More dark poetry.

Little bloody 15

A year filled

With hate and abuse

From the hands

Of others.

Questioning

Why continue

Living this pain

At all.

Wondering

If someone is

Laughing at me

Like a cosmic punch line.

Which

I am

The joke.

But

No laughter

Comes from me

Only tears.

In my world

Of blackness

And torture.

Seeking death

While living my life

In passivity.

Hoping

One day

To get an answer

Which explains

My suffering.

Author's Note

This poem influenced by listening to old DM's tracks from the 1980s. One could say, they, with The Cure, were the soundtrack, for that decade, for me.