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The website content features a dark, emotional poem by America Zed that reflects on personal struggles with resentment, loneliness, and the desire for escape.

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The poem delves into the depths of the author's emotional turmoil, revealing a profound sense of resentment and loneliness. It suggests that the speaker has been carrying these heavy emotions for a long time, comparing their journey to that of a kitchen mop that has been used and moved around for twenty years. The poem conveys a wish for cessation, not just for the speaker but for life itself, as a means of release from the ongoing internal battle. The author, America Zed, expresses a deep yearning for an end to their emotional pain and the burden of their thoughts, with the imagery of darkness as a form of relief.

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  • The speaker feels that a small push could lead them to harm their own thoughts, indicating a fragile mental state.
  • There is a sense of natural progression from good expectations to resentment, implying a pattern of disappointment.
  • The poem portrays the speaker's ease in embracing negative emotions, as if they were a familiar long-distance journey.
  • The speaker's life is described as having become lonely and explosive, suggesting a sense of isolation and sudden, intense emotional outbursts.
  • The poem reflects a belief that not thinking at all might be the best form of escape from emotional pain.
  • The author seems to equate the act of praying for things to stop with a sense of hopelessness and a desire for peace through cessation.
  • There is an acknowledgment of ungratefulness towards the absence of something, which could be interpreted as a regret or recognition of their own negative emotional response.

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Dark emotional poetry

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It wouldn’t take much for me to stop, It wouldn’t take much for me to harm my own thoughts.

Every bad thing after some good expectation.

That feels so natural Leading to huge oncoming resentment.

When resentment was a big red bus I was so at ease going long distance with my stuff.

Then life became so lonely and explosive, throwing my broken heart right up.

They say the best escape is not to think of much at all.

It’s best if darkness takes me out My hands against a wall.

For twenty years I moved around quite usefully

Just like our kitchen mop.

Now let me show ungratefulness at nothing left.

I pray for you to stop.

I pray for life to stop.

© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.

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