Most Depressing Poem Ever Written
This thread is indeed a competition. Who can write the most depressing poem?
As a model of a depressing poem here is something by Georgy Ivanov (I want to put the last seven lines on a Hallmark card):
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 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
Last edited by Aaron Poochigian; 07-06-2017 at 10:42 PM.
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