What Have I Become?
It's hard to define
What's left inside.
The tears shed off the skin,
My sorrows won't lean.
Again!
I've missed myself for the very first time.
I killed a soulless man last night.
Don't overwhelm me, I can't even speak.
What have I become? It's not more than a brick.
My eyes don't lie,
The air is poison, you can't breathe it in.
Upside's down, ultimate mess to try,
Dealing with a constant feeling to find.
I don't have the will to tear the scars.
Lining in with hell, the nights are too dark.
Take one more shot on me, I'm dead.
These unseen memories won't get out of the head.
I've missed myself for the very first time.
I killed a soulless man last night.
Don't overwhelm me, I can't even speak.
What have I become? It's not more than a brick.
I've lost my dignity to you,
I'm scared to realize.
My days are few,
Come, wash me with the pain, I've no backbone to fight!
Don't tell, you know me,
Don't say, you owe me.
This is something you shouldn't believe,
That it's over.
And it's over!
About this poem
This is mainly based on the people who have been suffering from a mental condition which they can't even explain due to the societal behaviors, societal politics etc. They try to bring it inside but can't, due to the pressure being held to them by the society. It is mainly regarding a depressed person who is trying to survive but is not able to take that state of mind anyway.
Written on August 01, 2021
Submitted on August 13, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | xxaxx BCDE fafx xxgg BCDE hxhc iixj j |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 963 |
Words | 190 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1 |
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