Poem: My Damnation

[brianc]

Hello,

I'm back with another poem.

Read this just as it flowed through my fingers as I typed it.

I hope you enjoy.

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.

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Thank you for reading.

Regards,
Brian Crowell