My Damnation

My damnation is like a silent incantation.
Cast out like a spell, coming up from the gates of hell, slitting my wrist as I watch my blood spill.
Scared of my own self, left but no choice to kill myself.
I search yet deep inside, thinking should I do whats in my mind.
I feel the pain of my own nation, substituted with my own damnation.
I watch the news as I fall to the fate of the world before me, these are are the people that are tormenting thee.
I plead insanity in the absence of vanity.
I try to find a way out of this world, never to come close, I find it hard to find which way the wind blows.
I'm lost mentally, stuck inside my own brutal fatality.
I wish I can break free of this temptation, yet it only leads me to my damnation.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this in dedication for all of my errors, we are not perfect.

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SSmoothie's picture

Very poetic, your drive to

Very poetic, your drive to express your demons has resulted in a very real, gritty and haunting piece thanks for a great read :) cheers SS


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Thank you.

Hello,

I thank you very much for the reply.

I write my poems straight from my soul.

I haven't been posting poems lately, but yet I'm going to start posting more.

I hope to see you around.

Regards,
Brian Crowell


Brian Crowell
Young poet, best believe you should know it.