Unexistence

Poem

M. D. Badder

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grayscale photo of man wearing black shirt
grayscale photo of man wearing black shirt

A shattered heart left as empty

a life wasted in agony.

Solutions in vain;

troubles just remain.

No more pain,

erase me.

Not heaven, nor hell can set free

the worthlessness of this degree.

Humbled, ride again:

Fate’s tormenting train.

No more pain,

erase me.

Disclaimer: This is one of those poems that's just therapeutic to write out but not act out. I have not done any of these things nor intend to. And I do not condone you doing them either. Poetry is an outlet, not a plan.