Trigger Warning: “Dead Youth” is one of the darker poems on this blog. It contains imagery that some may find disturbing. If you are a sensitive person, you may want to avoid this poem.
Every inch of skin
Till only bones remain
WIth each cut
I lose a little more of myself
Until I am but a fragment
Of who I once was
No longer whole
Haunted by the ghost
Of the person I was
And the ghost
Of the person I wanted to be
But never became
“Dead Youth” is a pretty cool title, huh? I wish I could say I came up with it myself but the truth is I used a title generator and it came up with something similar which inspired this title. So, I guess I can say I partially came up with the title.
What is this poem about? (asked no one except myself) Well, it’s about how time breaks us. How when we are young we are so hopeful that things will get better. But as we get older our optimism wavers. Eventually, reality hits us and we realise that somethings just suck and that will never change. It is what it is.
As I mentioned, this is one of my more darker poems. And has a lot more imagery that I usually use. We have all the cough syrup I’m on to thank for that. Let me know what you thought of this poem in the comments below. Or simply stop by and say hi.
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