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Yvonne Nice Apr 15
Humanity's last child
Humanity's last stand
Humanity's final hope
Humanity's only savior

Everyone else died
They all got infected
The last child feels the infection too
But they have to bare through to the light

But they feel the quicksand tugging at their ankles
They see the arrows on the horizon
They can feel the noose tighten
And they can feel their body draining

But they have to go on
But the rope is tightening
But they’re humanities shining star
But they only have so much determination

So they let death succumb them
Quick and sweet
And the world falls dark
Like a blanket of infinite nothing

Please forget about them
For they aren't worth it
They were only a failure
In the end of the end
Find hope in my words where I haven't.
Daisy Rae Mar 24
I feel pain everyday
A mental collapse inside my brain
My mind just isn’t the same

I’ve become a sad version of myself
I no longer enjoy the things
That used to bring me joy everyday

I no longer have a reason to wake in the morning from my slumber
Sometimes I wish before I drift off to sleep
That I may not wake in the morning

My wishes go unanswered...

I continue to rise into each day
Succumbing at the very end and praying that I wouldn’t have to start over again the next day
And so I do

I wake only to wish for the night again
I contemplate the purpose of continuing it
What is stopping me from stopping me?
Only the what ifs

What if it gets better
What if one day I no longer cry
What if I no longer crave the pain to cease
And it simply isn’t there
What if one day I no longer want to stop breathing
Or stop my heart from beating
Or contemplate ceasing

What if I want to live

My thoughts are plagued by neverending hopelessness of an even worse tomorrow
I tell myself that it doesn’t get better
So it mustn’t

My hope died a long time ago
Along with my carefree soul
And passionate heart
It ceased

So I must cease along with it
I must become forgotten
I must be no longer.
My current mental state
Captain Trips Jan 27
It *****, y'know,
life & ****.
Everything *****,

sometimes.

But I guess
that's what makes it
good too,

sometimes.

It seems that
'always'
is the enemy
of emotion.

Or at least

sometimes

it is.
mslu Nov 2018
serendipity

i've dipped in and out

the mountains i thought i moved took back their strength

and in the taking,
cracked open the ground

leaving me off-balance than before

yes, i should've fought back but


serendipity

i stay dipping in and out

there's no such thing as control

no such thing as handled

a loose grip

had me falling through the cracks
and as i fell onto hard times

the darkness welcomed me

so i stayed

. . .
Kelsey Nov 2018
A monster has crept up on me,
Claws are at my neck.
Part of me wants to fight,
Part of me wants to succumb.
These claws rip and tear at me with a question--
"What more could you have done?"
A poem about teacher guilt.
Amanda Jun 2018
Emotions have a hold on me
Will not let me go
I wish I could end it all
You keep saying no

"You would leave me here?" You ask
I do not know. Would I?
Never want to hurt you
But it is easier to die

I cannot face life anymore
It is too hard to carry on
You are the only thing I have left
Every other positive aspect is gone

For you I continue to push forward
Another day I try, take one more breath,
I wish you would just let me
Succumb to the certain peace of death
Written 2-12-17

I remember writing this to my now-ex-boyfriend when we were in the throes of a crippling ****** addiction and I honestly did want to die I hated almost every second of my life, but he was the one thing that made staying here worth it. I could never leave my loved ones here lile that.
Pauline Morris Apr 2018
Onslot of drugs
Have left a hum
A constant buzz
A steady strum
Reverberating
Obliterating
Exhilarating
Exasperating
Saturating  
 and
Accelerating
 the
Evaporating
Liberating
 now
Incarcerating

©Pauline Russell
Druzzayne Rika May 2017
Hundreds of thoughts
starts a fight
and I'm the one on losing side
And I have to face it ,
cannot avoid
They do not play fair
their debate
goes nowhere
It starts somewhere
and do not end
They make loud noises
each one with own voice
gives my head an ache
too much to take
Tires me out ,
brings me to the state
that I succumb to their whims
burn down my own dreams
I can't win against me
my very own frenemy
Kevin J Taylor May 2016
With trappings of chattel and ownership and slavery
Stain and scarification, of torture and tally
Edification and vainglory of succumb: metal ring, chain & ink—
Inventory:  Declaration of alienable rights: Inexistence

Where are the Free
The Free-to-Live-and-Die-and-Live-Again-at-Will
Where are the Truly Free
For I would dance among them
..
Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry from common things.)
Sally A Bayan Apr 2016
(10 w x 6)

I'm losing hold,
reflexes...relaxed,
...in a cradle,
..........swayed....by---
O
strong summer-y wind
................pushing
........pulling.....
......c a d e n c e... is
..........h y p n o t i z i n g...
.............playing music,
O
a sleepy tune
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~lulling the mind
~ ~ ~ and the eyes ~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ while
O
~ ~ ~birds flitting about
~ ~ ~ ~dull the senses, and
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ quieten the soul...
O
i cannot...
i don't want
to ~ ~ fight ~  ~ it
~ ~ any ~ ~ longer
O
~ ~ to the gentle afternoon breeze
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ blowing ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
~ ~  i finally ~ ~ ~ ~ willingly
~ ~ ~ succumb ~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
O


Sally

Copyright January 26, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
*** one windy, sleepy afternoon before taking a nap***
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