I stopped trying.
I gave up completely,
withdrew every effort,
Hope for nothing.
The prognosis of life
I no longer worry.
There’s no point escaping;
no light waits
at the end of the tunnel.
So let’s just “live.”
Loneliness will remain an ally,
while mental battles wage their silent war.
An infinity of demons descends,
each one carrying
a new wave of commotion.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 2:11 PM UTC
I stopped trying.
I gave up completely,
withdrew every effort,
Hope for nothing.
The prognosis of life
I no longer worry.
There’s no point escaping;
no light waits
at the end of the tunnel.
So let’s just “live.”
Loneliness will remain an ally,
while mental battles wage their silent war.
An infinity of demons descends,
each one carrying
a new wave of commotion.
Inspired by Vincent van Gogh’s final words, “the sadness will last forever,” this poem reflects sadness as a lasting part of human experience something we live with, endure, and sometimes transform into art.
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