When it feels like the world is ending
The why is irrelevant
That’s the question of a blissfully ignorant fiend
What matters is nothing is right
The pain makes you want to scream
The sadness makes you want to bleed
Kindness is cruelty
Hope is laughable
The future is a curse
A world you never asked to see
If sorry still meant anything
You wouldn’t need an apology
Rage would be justified
Solitude would be deserved
Persisting in life has made the world small and cruel
Not worth seeing
Darkness is what you believe in
When it feels like the world is ending
Don’t go into the dark alone
Let your last feeling be a good one
Like the relief of going home
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
Talented Black creators spotlight: Catherine Nyomenda (Chap 3).
Catherine reminds me of an enigma wrapped within a riddle. When she writes, she skips between the poetic and the dramatic. Her highlights of the African lifestyles of herself, of authors whom she admires, and the many nuances of love keeps you wondering and pondering the passage of life.
By Novel Allen2 days ago in Chapters
Comments (1)
I liked this poem a lot. It really does feel like this sometimes.