Directions I'll Never Need
The anticipation of defeat,
the ground shaking under my feet,
I try to find the right words to speak,
but all I can possibly do is sink,
down down down I go,
further into this endless hole,
no one notices my descent,
no one cares that my knowledge is spent,
try try try as I may,
I know I will never be out of this hole again.
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.