Venom's Bane - Daily Poem 12
Venom’s Bane
How to go on when life is a joke?
How to go on when friends don’t exist?
How to keep on with a positive stroke
When that positivity will be dearly missed?
I go on with life
No love or acceptance
With all these thoughts brewing with me and strife
And that is how I gained my susceptance
Happiness became a bittersweet dream
Anger and sadness, a harsh reality
Things never looked up, it was to seem
And that is how I formed my mentality
This negativity, it became a suit
A great escape from my dimension
And I hopped into another, following the same route
Consequences were lost to me, as an extension
And so, it seemed for woe after woe
This suit built up, making me stronger and better
I lost sight of the obvious, reaching a new low
Couldn’t see, like when your crush couldn’t see your love letter
The suit continued to grow
The fibers grew thicker, now I was inside a tree
No control over my life, I could finally see, though
Anger blossomed on every petal; this was not me
And so, on and on it went
No one seemed to care
Or was my own self-hatred unspent?
So I moved my roots, and took to finally share
Now, on and on it went
Truth after lie after thought
Each word spewed from my mouth broke my discontent
Bit by bit, and soon destruction was wrought
This rough exterior was shed
The care from them I refused to see was self evident
From my determination, this bile had fled
And so, I became less malevolent
These emotions, I had thought to be helpful
Given me some exoskeleton from the pain
Instead, it kept within, making me all the more dreadful
This poison had made me its domain
So, this venom is contained elsewhere
Its vessel is not me, but its vestiges still lie
So I help those poor souls with no one else to care.
This is just a bad poem. I made it too long, it has bad rhymes, and the execution of oh Venom is like a depressing parasite is also just bad. Why a tree? Why did I do that. If you like this poem, there's something wrong with you. Written 1/22/19, tell me what ya think below.
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