《Poems of a Dark Mind》 Hole There''s a hole in my life. Deep. Dark. Cold. Vast. Carved with feelings like a knife. Emotions fall in, disappearing fast. A beast, unholy, tenacious maw. Happiness dwindling by the day.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Deep into my heart it sinks it''s claw, hunger keeping my hope away. It''s evening now, it''s time to play, my friends, they all support me. I''m blinded by pain but they know the way out of this darkness, I finally see. Bit by bit the hole is filled laughter''s the beast''s opponent. The beast''s hunger is finally stilled, at least for this very moment. Tomorrow is another day, abyss is slowly growing. Happiness keeps it at bay, luckily the growth is slowing. Struggle I wake up. through curtainless windows Sunlight blinds. The pain in my eyes slowly reminds of the struggle that keeps me in my binds. I wake up. Sluggish, weak, thirsty, bleak. Throwing my legs without a shriekUnauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. leaving this bed without technique. I woke up. Sitting in front of this white screen, wondering where I would''ve otherwise been were it not for the things I''ve seen. I woke up. It''s been hours now, sunlight fading. My mind is slowly degrading, emptiness cascading. I woke up. Conciousness is hard to keep. Slowly I am counting sheep. But before I start, I fall asleep. Tomorrow is another day, abyss is slowly growing. Happiness keeps it at bay, luckily the growth is slowing. Noise Complaint Voices fill my ears, so bright shining on my soul like light. Deep ones, soft ones, friendly ones, laughing, keeping me up at night. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. What I cannot feel in my heart, I make others feel instead. And in turn, like a dart those feelings penetrate my dread. A smile that comes from someone else caused by my stupid actions attacks the ice so that it melts true unplanned reactions. Making me feel warm inside, making me want to shout! The doorbell rings, as if replied, wonder what is that about. Procrastination A story is leaking through the cracks. It''s filling my mind, seeps and zaps. Write it down, write in all caps! Write it down, I can''t relax! A chapter''s written, then some more. I''ve never been so far before. A brand new world is to explore, filled with stories, filled with lore.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. The story''s going off the tracks, a direction surely what it lacks. I can''t keep writing anymore, the source is dried up from before. Maybe like good food it needs to stew, like wine it ripens in my brain. But suddenly, before I knew, weeks pass by like a speeding train. Now i''m sitting here before my screen my hands and mind are empty. A hundred people have so far seen, this number, that should tempt me. It''s disappointment what I spread, and what I sow I reap. I thought I was so far ahead, and yet this cliff is steep. Tomorrow is another day, abyss is slowly growing. Happiness kept it at bay, but it stopped snowing. Spoiled Milk I open the door. Lights turn on. I close the door. Lights turn off. I open the door. Cold wind sweeping around my feet wondering what I should eat finding nothing, close, rinse and repeat. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. I open the door. It stares at me, just sitting there. It came from a time from before, sitting on a base of square. A gift from my mother that I tried to refuse. I don''t use milk. She knows that. I had to accept, but it''s just a ruse. It''s lactose free. I hate that. I''ve been staring this past minute. It''s been there for a year. As if posessed by a spirit, it''s the only thing I truly fear. Last time I touched it, weeks ago, it felt bloated, balooned, pop. Instinct quickly made me let go, hoping that would make it stop. I close the door. It is still there to this day. Swinging with, hope it will stay ''cause this is the only way and I dare not ask for more. Loneliness The emptiness returns once more, my mind is slowly dwindling. I know I''ve felt like that before, and know what''s coming, tingling. I trash around, trying to grasp someone that could pull me out of this hole, hands like a clasp, but i''m drowning in this dark sea. The more I trash, the more I struggle,Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. the more I crave a wholesome snuggle, the more I feel like I push away, keeping blank this cold display. It is a ruse, I know that much. Using people as a crutch is not something I should be doing, yet stupidly I am pursuing hoping someone will come in clutch, ''cuz it''s my feelings that they touch. Alone I am so tired, no matter how much I sleep. My brain, so stupid, wired, almost forcing me to weep. In groups it is not better, more sleep is what I crave. My life will be my debtor, and I''ll be darkness'' slave. I know I can''t go on like this, feeling miserable as always. One thing I learned from this abyss: sleep''s guiding through those hallways. Tomorrow is another day, abyss is slowly growing. Happiness keeps it at bay, but not the way it''s going. Pills Damned if I do: They make me fucking tired. They make me feel retired. They make me undesired. Damned if I don''t: I think they are required,This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. my brain so stupid wired like this milk, expired. I''d rather just not take them, leave them all behind. Keeping my body from chem, but sacrificing my mind. They''re supposed to help me, stop the debris, help me be free. My body seems to disagree, stiff like a tree, I just can''t see. Missed one day by accident, questioning these pills. Missed another day and questioning my wills. Another Time It''s morning, I''m alone. Hopefully not for long. Sitting in my zone, listening to song. By evening I know they''re there, great time to play and live. So I''m sitting in my chair, time running through a sieve.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. It''s midday, still alone wasting time on youtube. I''m bored to my bone, mind''s jumping in a cube. Sometimes someone is here, I''ll have some nice company. Through my headset, voices appear but that''s not often the case for me. It''s evening, I''m not alone! The games are slowly starting. But sometimes I feel like I''m thrown, into my hole, departing. The others sometimes are not here, something had to interfere. I will quietly shed a tear what should I do? It is unclear. Tomorrow is another day, abyss is slowly growing. Happiness keeps it at bay, loneliness is growing. Crush There''s this girl, you know, you see, she truly is amazing! I always wonder what would be, should I fulfill my crazing. She''s smart, she''s cute, out of my league, her voice is truly wondrous. The way she talks lifts my fatigue and butterflies go thundrous.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. When she''s gone it is so dark, I''m swallowed by the abyss. These poems are just like my bark, ''cause she''s the one that I miss. There is a fear deep in my mind, that should our fates be intertwined, her kindness would be swiftly mined by my darkness unrefined. Thus I keep myself at bay just sticking to praising her in my mind, ''cause that''s the way I''ll keep myself from crazing. One day, when I climb from this hole I hope she will accept me. For now it''s just a dream of soul that today will surely not be. Tomorrow is another day, abyss is slowly growing. Her presence keeps it at bay, I don''t know where I''m going. Burnout Yesterday I liked those games, Valheim, Stardew, Minecraft, I have my system, sixty frames, and all the times when we laughed. New game, new people, new beginning exciting even, slowly thinning. this all isn''t fun anymore. It''s just tedious, just a chore. Grinding, grating, built to dust when Stardew feels like fucking Rust.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. I''m just laying in my bed wondering if hope is dead. The ceiling is more interesting than the times I''ve spent online. Darkness slowly manifesting leaving me to only rhyme. With heavy heart I must concede to my brain this true defeat that those times, past so sweet may not ever be repeat. I''m lonely now, part of the problem, after all, I''m last to drop. I''m on the server, lonely, solemn, the only one playing nonstop. If just one person wants me there, what game you ask? I don''t care. What matters most is: I am needed! Expectation far exceeded! But today no one is here needing voluntary labor. I''m hoping someone to appear, but no one came, not later. Tomorrow is another day, abyss is slowly growing. Happiness kept it at bay, I wonder where I''m going. Sandbox A minute''s passed, I have a quest: This house I''m slowly building. I''m working hard and without rest, motivation''s never wilting. An hour has passed, I have progressed, this is just the beginning. forgetting that I am depressed, this battle, I am winning! Four hours have passed, I''m still at it,This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. continuing my project. I''m advancing bit by bit the idea of pausing I object. Eight hours have passed, I''m finally done marking this as completed. I feel like I have finally won, my demons are defeated! My friends, they praise me more and more, I feel like I am needed. It seems like I''ve just reached the shore, the abyss was just greeted. It''s all a ruse, it''s just a mask, supressing my emotions. And let me tell, before you ask, I''m speaking here of oceans. If I can''t reach the shore myself I''ll guide some else to safety. Navigating coral shelf, that task is truly weighty. Tomorrow is another day, abyss is slowly growing. If I keep tracking on this way, where I''ll end up: unknowing. Vanity My poems seem like works of art. I never thought I''d be so smart. Keep reading them again and again, see my soul, see my pain. I lay there awake at night wondering when I changed. Darkness has switched on a light,If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. some wires rearranged. Someone else must''ve written these, I don''t remember writing, whipping up rhymes with such ease and melodies, exciting. I know this seems so narcissistic, yet it feels not like my work. Keeping myself realistic, I still sound like a fucking jerk. I wonder, is this pride deserved? Are these feelings not reserved for something that''s truly artistic, or is this me, just pessimistic? Tomorrow is another day, moving closer towards the light. Patiently I wait and stay, waiting for the day of bright. Dreams My eyes are burning red, my head is filled with dread. What I want to do instead of lying in my bed? The stories are so fleeting, they do themselves deleting. This all keeps repeating,Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. yet every night, they''re greeting. They don''t make sense, you don''t believe the random shit that happens. One moment I am fighting, cleave! The next one driving wagons. I''m drowning now deep in a sea trying to become a bee by eating an entire tree to hide from all the dragons. I am struggling, fighting mad with everything I''m doing. When I wake up I feel so sad, my strength is not renewing. Tomorrow is another day, to wake up less exhausted. Staring here at this display making my eyes defrosted. Tired The sunlight''s shining through my eyes am I''m still fucking tired. My eyelids feel like heavy knives, the sunlight''s not admired. I''ve been asleep for hours and more, I''ve hit the hay too early.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. Sleep is my live''s tiny core; that notion leaves me surly. I''m contemplating what to keep: daylight or sanity. Life''s struggles ain''t coming cheap, muttering profanity. My legs, they fail me here once more and I''m still laying down. Haven''t eaten: that''s a chore, feel my stomach frown. Tomorrow is another day, in pillows I am nested. I wonder when will I wake up and finally feel rested. Rain Rain keeps falling down in streams, drumming on my window after falling down what seems an endless distance, below. Little armies of droplets, wet, rhythm to crescendo.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. I lay silent in my bed ''cause that''s all I can do. This white noise, almost forgotten, masking my inherent pain. It makes wood so musty, rotten, rust grows on my soulish chain. I''ve yet to shed a tear this year, the clouds dried up for years. Instead I''m sitting here and hear this rain substitute my tears. Tomorrow is another day, I''m listening and hoping for clouds in my mind: go away!, so I can stop the moping. Quit I''m tired of being tired, I''m tired of feeling weak. The doc says they''re required, but my life was turned bleak. Who cares if they would help me? They''re putting me to sleep! I used to think them as key, but now they just make me weep. If I take them in the morning, I will sleep the whole day.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. If I take them come evening, then the next day goes away. So now I''ve just stopped them after four drowsy weeks. My heart wants to condemn them so it loudly speaks: Throw them away, down the drain! Who cares if they''re in vain? They don''t numb the pain, there is nothing to gain! It''s the first morning now, after I stopped the pills. I feel fresher, so wow! I don''t need more refills! Now it''s back to before, back to how I was feeling. Now I''m swimming to shore, maybe finally healing? Who am I kidding? It won''t change a thing. I''m still always flying with just half of a wing. It feels like I''m missing with every swing, Like the spider is hissing, dangling from it''s string. Tomorrow is another day, I''m finally awake. But I need to find a way for this ocean to break. Emotions Anger, Joy, feeling Coy, Sadness, Lust, and Annoy: Where a light source should have been, only darkness can be seen. Fear, Fright, Exasperation, being chased with Desperation, Fury, Envy, Shock, Terror,The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. I''m just seeing an Error. There''s something wrong withhin my brain. There should be Sadness, should be Pain. I don''t even feel the fear of losing something I hold dear. I do no wish that I would die. Not for myself, that''d be a lie. Yet should someone be seen in danger, I''d gladly die just for a stranger. An emotionless life is not worth living, yet there is a kind of joy in being someone that has given others hope, and not destroy. Tomorrow is another day, where I can chase a better feeling than this endless plain of grey to finally find life appealing. Misunderstanding Two sets of eyes, two sets of screens, two silhouettes of different minds, connected by complex modern machines, forming thoughts of different kinds. They both see the same in front of themselves yet what they see is different. It is often unknown to where the mind delves, and their opinion''s belligerent. One sees a mirror or a portal to past, a problem to solve, a bad thing to last.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. One sees objects where none are to be, a tool that is skewered, a desperate plea. The lines of their minds, they seem so alike, they''ll never meet, yet they don''t stray away. Like lightning so fast, yet they never strike, still causing damage, bonds slowly decay. Right and wrong are just words that make sense when it''s objective. Now by those samely terms they ruin our perspective. Dodge and weave, deflect, delay, trying to get out of pain''s chosen way. Yet the act of evasion removes the equation and this conversation is not made to stay. Because they''re so different, it''s hard to understand, what for one is so difficult, the other solves it, left hand. Two sets of eyes, two sets of screens, two silhouettes of different minds, connected yet distant with rifts inbetweens in search of an answer no one ever finds. Tomorrow is another day, the difference is striking. To mend this gap, there is one way, but the answer''ll be surprising.