Poetic Plague Doctor

Tag: Dark poetry

  • Listen

    I’m so tried in my joints Sore in my very marrow Everywhere I look there’s no shouts of joy Only mournful cries of sorrow

  • Death

    It’s your condition. only getting worse. the never ceasing,  trudge till the hearse. They speak of light, of a brighter side. But it’s hard to see when everyone around you has died. Kicked out of your home. Endless surgeries, you’re only weaker and more fragile. Your life seems to flee,  but now the time has…

  • Medicine

    Numb, numb My tongues turned dumb My hearts turned to stone but the pain isn’t gone I’ve tried to fight it Now I throw down my arms My efforts do no good and do much harm

  • Addiction

    Broken reflections Dark desires Sharp knives Burning fires Things long forgotten Then remembered to late Hoping for abstinence Sealed in fate Praying for mercy But what would you giveTo undo all the things that you already did

  • Hiya

    Hello I’m a person You may so no but it’s true Yes I can feel Though I know it won’t change what you do Treat me like a doormat or a bug to be squashed Either way is your loss Because I am a person And I will not be broken My spirit is stronger…

  • America Scam

    People take, but they do not give They breathe, but do they live? Like hamsters on a wheel they turn, sweat all day, and what do they earn? Worthless stacks painted green, they keep chasing that “American Dream”. In the end, what does it mean? The wheel goes nowhere, you’re standing still. Even children know…

  • Ashes, Ashes

    How quaint the world is when it all falls down, When all your plans, aspirations, and dreams hit the ground. How quiet the world is as we all slowly die, not even a moan, groan or cry. There is no happiness, hope, or joy at all. How silly the world is as we all begin…

  • Money and Value

    See the worldand its people look at all they do.Is there anything really new? No Nothing is new under the sun.Nothing fresh upon the earth.So what is all our toil for?What’s our work really worth? If fame is what you seekyour toil is in vain. If money is what you want,then your effort is for…

  • Good Intentions

    I stare at the lights as the rain pours, it soaks me to the bone as I lie on the floor. I don’t remember how I got here, my intentions were so pure. But that’s how it begins, trying to win Ending on the wrong side of a ’44

  • Mental Machinations

    Of the horrible things in store, your mind creates so much more and you will no doubt find your moan a sub-par companion when your alone