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my first piece of poetry. nov. 09, 2021 |
| Decievement and torture, Excitement and interest, Sucking him in Once in a day, a feeling strikes Whether it is a wave of drowsiness Or a tsunami of realization It is not known. He avoids this question, Because deep in his mind, He knows the right answer. Yet, the decision to continue to breathe in this toxicity Becomes more concrete They yell at him and tell him to snap out of it, But he thinks it's the only cure; The ultimate weapon against reality. Every day the same, Every action of the first hour, The first step taken, and the second confirmed. A door has opened And reality has closed. So soft and delicate, And yet so strong. This is not a feeling at all, This is an object Towering over Blocking the light of the sun, Holding back the winds, Rejecting the world, Forgetting everyone, And ultimately, forgetting myself. |