I lost myself. Physically? Yes. I am here.
Mentally? No. I am not here. I am nowhere.
I've changed a lot. I have suddenly lost myself
Amongst everything, I left here. This whole world
I no longer know where I am. I've disappeared
Nothing feels real anymore. I don't feel me
Everything just feels like a dream. It's not real
What I would call "reality". I don't feel it
Not like I used to anyways. What is this named?
Is this the feeling they call..........derelitization?
It should stop now. The feeling SHOULD of stopped by now
Amongst my many new styles
Amongst my resurrection
Amongst this turbid pandemic
Amongst my big change in tastes
Amongst the large (possibly take away the large) stress in school work
Amongst losing lots of friends
Amongst these new, strange emotions
Amongst my brand new hobbies
Amongst coping with this drama
Amongst the online drama
Amongst the useless therapy
Amongst this epiphany
Amongst meeting brand new people
Amongst appreciation
In a way I never was before
That one sense of reality has now left
YOU ARE READING
Quarantine Poems
PoetryThis book is so cringe. Anyways, this is a book about poems I wrote over quarantine.
