Dark Poetry Prose Poetry 1-89 Dark Poetic Prose

Check out these old writings that go as far back as January 1989, when i was only four months into my 14th year and a mere freshman in high school.

They are sadly funny. as much for the undeveloped writing skills they display as they are for the melancholy they were trying to explain.

1-89 (freshman year of high school, age 14)

the shadows flicker on my face,
inside i only feel disgrace,
my eyes grow blinder all the time,
as thoughts of death race through my mind.

life grows dimmer everyday,
all signs of life soon fade away,
an evil darkness fills my soul,
my heart has lost all control.

everyday my heart aches with pain,
life can never be the same,
my life has lost all its worth,
now i sit and curse my birth.

people rip out parts of me,
no one sees the change in me,
the world goes on while i suffer,
still living only gets tougher,

this life that i forsake,
my heart that they will break,
this pain that i must feel,
my soul that they will steal,
oh please god set me free.