Pooncarie is a village in south-western New South Wales, Australia in Wentworth Shire. It is on the eastern side of the Darling River between Wentworth and Menindee. The surrounding region of Pooncarie is semi-arid with an outback landscape rich in eucalypt woodlands
The region was first settled by Europeans during the 1840s when they took up illegal grazing runs on crown land. During the 1860s the government formalised these illegal (and unfenced) claims in an attempt to gain control of the region. As more settlers followed the town became a service hub for outlying stations. In the mid-19th century, the town’s Darling River wharf was very active as paddle-steamers, carried wool from north-western NSW and south-western Queensland travelling through the port on its way to South Australia.
The Burke and Wills expedition passed through Pooncarie on their journey across Australia from Melbourne to the Gulf of Carpentaria. They reached the Darling River near Tarcoola Station to the south of town on Wednesday, 26 September 1860 and the next day made Camp XXX, (their thirtieth camp since leaving Melbourne) at what is now Bilbarka Park. The expedition stayed here until the morning of 11 October 1860 when they headed north to Menindee.
I drown in pain, writhing, contorting
My face deformed, my life becomes a hollow shell
Meaning is lost, all hope is gone
Crawling through glass on bleeding knees, I beg for death
My tears burning a trail of wounds across my flesh
The crown of nails tormenting my sick mind
The scars I bear remind me of my ruin
Walls I built fall down to dust
Core exposed, fears become alive
They take form, monstrous beings, twisted
Surround me, tear the skin to shreds
Bludgeoning emotions numb
Suicide only way out
And I have no choice but to leave my hope shattered
Forever tore mind in the grace of depression
As I force the blade deep into my ice cold veins
Watching my blood flow deep into lakes of death
And my immortal soul is looking back at my life sand...
What is this life but perpetual torment
I see nothing, I hear nothing
I feel nothing, my life was nothing
And the void is in me
Placid life less free from the chains that bind me to the Earth
Into the black hole my grave
Away, away from the noise