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A missive from the damned to whoever have a little time to spend with this nonsense - Page 1

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A missive from the damned to whoever have a little time to spend with this nonsense - Page 1

And so, I have made up my mind, once more.
I have decided to depart, to bid this husk farewell.
In order to do that, I must save coins if I desire to save myself.
For with it, I will be able to buy my ticket out here to a more blessed realm or the eternal void. Either way, I will be winning.
I mustn't, any longer, feel the starvation of affection and no more I shall be fed by the crumbs of fleeting joy they toss at me.

Thoughts of finishing are always in my mind, flooding it, making hard to go day by day, making hard to sleep, to have hope.
I fail to see where the hope is, I like to think that it can be find inside of one's heart.
But even so, I think I am mistaken, and when I glance at myself in the mirror, I quickly lose any spark of what could-be hope.

With the aid of the metallic sling, I shall leave this husf behind, heavy with its sins and sorrows, to no more nourish hatred.
For it does only to hinder my advance towards elevation.
With my metallic sling, I shall pierce, first, my heart, where lies the sorrow, then, my mind, where resides the sins.
Whilst the life in me start to wane, regrets I will not have, when my consciousness fade, my spirit will be no longer be trapped inside this imperfect cage of flesh.
Being free, my spirit shall roam far and beyond to, before, unseen places by men, to  untouched places by men.

Another day,someone inquired me "Are you happy now?" and for that I just said "Yes". How else could I have responded if not with a lie?
How could I tell them that I yearn for a premature closure in order to stop thinking and feeling but I also yearn for love.
"I am not absolutely happy, as per say, but I do suffer less when I am asleep" I could never say that to anyone...

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  1. Date: 1/9/2013 2:55:00 PM
    You describe feelings that others feel You need to explain this topic So That others can understand how it feels They cant tho because they've never been there In that dark tunnel. However there are people who will relate to this themselves and for them this is a poem which says " you are not alone in the way you feel, others feel that way too" you dont need to explain yourself, you are not perfect and nor is anyone else Lou

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    Date: 1/15/2013 1:05:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank you, Louise. Your words moved me, they made my eyes turn into a pool.
  1. Date: 12/17/2012 6:42:00 PM
    "the form should be listed as Narrative" Thank you, David. I will change the form. Sorry about the flood, but I can't just write short answers, must be a kind of issue I have...

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    Date: 12/17/2012 7:01:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    I can't change to narrative, it does exceed the characters limit...
  1. Date: 12/17/2012 6:41:00 PM
    "taking your own life" (part 2) I do not embrace this, even though I speak about soul, spirit and that sort of thing, is just because I like how it sounds and works, but I don't trully believe in that. So, I think everyone should decide when to depart, for how long to stay. No one likes departures and endings, but they are there and are the only certainty within this existence.

  1. Date: 12/17/2012 6:40:00 PM
    "the last thing the world is is colourless, it drips red with the blood of the innocent, the defenceless, the naive" When you have seen enough blood, it stop getting on you, red, black, gray, yellow, blue all will look like the same and sound the same. You will no longer mind if it is yours or if it is from someone else.

  1. Date: 12/17/2012 6:40:00 PM
    "taking your own life" (part 1) People seems to like life and its pleasures more than anything else, and so, with the fear of its end when the synapses cease god was created. Xenophobia, and the selfishness to keep being doing what one likes the most, even after death, then god was created, the saviour of mankind. The one who rules by fear.

  1. Date: 12/17/2012 6:39:00 PM
    "I don't think the world is as bad as you paint" It seems that our perspectives differs, quite a lot, I should say, then. It might be because the region where we live, the influence on our upbringing and our particular traits. I, for one, fail to see anything good here or there, every place is the same things and the same issues. People have sunken so far that can only drown on its own tears and sorrows. Noone and nothing can change that, unless, a restart of everything coming from down to up.

  1. Date: 12/17/2012 6:39:00 PM
    "you don't acually know what it is that you want" I desire many things, some can be done, at least once, but can, and most cannot. I'd like to see the world in peace, this is unattainable, or so I believe. I want to forget, I want to not care< i want to not feel on the same time I want to feel, but to have good feelings and someone or something to change the bias to the good side.

  1. Date: 12/17/2012 3:26:00 PM
    I don't think the world is as bad as you paint, you seem to give the impression you don't acually know what it is that you want in your life, the last thing the world is is colourless, it drips red with the blood of the innocent, the defenceless, the naive.... if you think taking your own life is an answer then you need to think again..by the way the form should be listed as Narrative..David