My head is a death bed
I spend years living inside incapable of getting out
My own narrator is obsessed with all sort of tragedies
But all along life indeed is an emergency
Is there any way to survive this cosmic mockery?
Why can other people feel happy unlike me?
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On Sorrow | Poetry collection
PuisiI meet a lot of sea monsters when I dive deep into the base of my mind Each of them whispers or sings an incomprehensible song I can't understand them I have drowned for so long Because they keep pulling me down So I write this poem to calm the stor...
