First to start of I’ll keep it light, a dark poem inspired by the Poe stories I read in my American Realism and Romanticism class.
Nothing
The wall close slowly around
No hand to catch me as I fall
Into nothingness
I’m haunted by the knowledge
Of my horrid acts
My soul means nothing
An Axe handle is heavy
Than I once thought
But the dead is nothing
The beating heart of the past
Cloud my mind
Yet it’s nothing
I lead them to demise
Cold hard rooms a wait
Before they are nothing
