Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010


by Tim Davis

Driven to despair along the road of self loathing
The journey never ends, waiting for my heaven.
I see, I feel this hatred, bearing down on me
And I am all but nothing.
Excess optimism spawned from misjudgment
Thwarted again and again and again.
How often will I misplace my own direction?
Just to realize they are nothing.
Bored of their trivia; tired of co-existing
With these egotistical plebs.
I watch as they abuse one another
So I retreat into nothing.
Absolute mistrust in all that are human
For all will let me down one day
As I have let all down before
And now I have nothing.
I feel it’s time to withdraw from this painful game now
And never see another face again.
I will only disappoint you, disgust you,
And you will make me hate you.

Added: 20.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem


Some interesting concepts here, but more of a "show, don't tell" approach may make the poem more compelling to readers.