Eureka! I think I have found the most depressing poem ever written, by Georgy Ivanov (1894-1958):
It's good that Russia has no Tsar,
it's good that Russia's just a dream,
it's good that God has disappeared,
that nothing's real, except the stars
in icy skies, the yellow gleam
of dawn, the unrelenting years.
It's good that people don't exist,
that nothingness is all there is,
that's life's as dark and cold as this;
until we couldn't be more dead,
nor ever were so dark before,
and no one now can bring us aid,
nor even needs to anymore.
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Aaron Poochigian
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