By Mark O'Neill In amongst a cesspool, A diamond in the rough, Who took upon or under wing, What you’d call a scruff, A pure of heart and selfless soul, Pulled down a trodden path, Who listened hard with open ear, And spoke of this and that, Through endless nights of pointlessness, And running out of day, He found it all for nothing now, Under six foot, he lay. #DarkPoetsClub #DarkHumourBitterIrony

By Just Chrissi This was the year that was supposed to be better. Where I left broken limbs and life's anxieties behind, the sun caressing me, skipping away from existential highways. “Welcome to a new year, huzzah!” I crowed, casting out demons and despair. Not quite... Welcome to death, more pain, and collapsing with a heart rate awarded its own speeding ticket. Perhaps it didn’t love me anymore or craved a ‘wild adventure’. Or the masochistic me was playing a sick joke. “I

By Gopi Selva Like a deer in the headlights I am a man in the headlights Thinking of a deer in the headlights As the car inches closer Am I frozen like a deer in the headlights Because I am a deer And there are headlights Or is it because I’ve been told Of deer in the headlights And how they freeze So now I too am frozen Just like they said I would. And the car inches closer Like a deer in the headlights I am a car in the headlights Of another car in the headlights Again. Li