Dump all your DARK poems here.
Here's my first one:
Beginnings are Ends
As the worms I am condemned
to eat from the black, rotten fruits
lying dead on the filthy, hungry ground,
beneath the diseased tree of life.
As the yellowed, thirsty fields I'm aware
of the darkenning clouds above the earth;
only I don't crave the water,
but dread its inevitable fall.
I smell the nausiating reek of decay.
I taste the bitter stretch in growing.
I hear the squeels of suffering endeavors.
I feel the gnawing of age on my skin.
I see the dying in living...