Hopelessness Poems
i am dead
by Mackenzie Bilz
I feel so alone
It feels exhilarating
This loneliness
Just thinking about
Nothing
Drifting
Falling
Oh…
Drowning
......
If this choice I make
by Olith rateng
If this choice I make
I foresee a future dark
A life of pain and sorrow
A stomach that knows not food
If this choice I make
I may never see the coin again
Or dance the freedom of choice
In the streets of the rich
......
Why Try?
by Kyle Harwood
I come from a dark place,
A place of too many why’s and not enough how’s.
A place where questions have no answers.
A place that I call reality.
They ask me to do it, so I do it.
They ask why I did it, I did it for them.
They say to do it for me.
Who is me, and why should I care?
......
Voice Of a Drunkard
by Olawale Owoeye
I'm highly Intoxicated!
This lovely liquor that keeps killing me dead
I'm high!
One becomes two, my heart can fly
The vast road turns narrow
And angels flying in, calling my name with sorrow
Eagles hunt my apartment,
......
The Powerless
by Louis Zo
We were born into this---
toils of tangled gods’ maws
gnawing us raw
as we wiggle and crawl
on top of each other
like fish out of water.
Nothing sprouts from our barren faces
no eyes to cry, no mouth to shout
and wail as the gods’ acid spit flays us alive,
......
i am dead
by Mackenzie Bilz
I feel so alone
It feels exhilarating
This loneliness
Just thinking about
Nothing
Drifting
Falling
Oh…
Drowning
......
Voice Of a Drunkard
by Olawale Owoeye
I'm highly Intoxicated!
This lovely liquor that keeps killing me dead
I'm high!
One becomes two, my heart can fly
The vast road turns narrow
And angels flying in, calling my name with sorrow
Eagles hunt my apartment,
......
If this choice I make
by Olith rateng
If this choice I make
I foresee a future dark
A life of pain and sorrow
A stomach that knows not food
If this choice I make
I may never see the coin again
Or dance the freedom of choice
In the streets of the rich
......
The Barge
by Johnathon B
My head is a heavy boat.
Full of lead lined thoughts locked in iron chains.
A swell hits the top sails, a wave rocks the moors and everything topples to one side.
The boat tips. I can feel it tipping.
The bottle holds a message though. The drift will take it ashore.
The barge will be just the kindling of a story told once before.
Couldn’t Save Me
by Elias Becker
Your words like waves
Wash over me as I tried to be brave
But I couldn’t save me
All the things you called me that I can’t repeat
Thinking about the past I wish I could delete
I couldn’t save me
The salt-water fills my eyes
I watch as my soul dies
......
