A poet so screwed,
Living in the day dream of becoming a greatest writer,
A writer so delusional,
Writing poetry as if they are mare words, thoughts, or feelings,
A person so insecure,
Barely knows whom to doubt, whom to trust,
A mind so pathetic,
Don't understand whether it is victim, vulnerable, strong, or doomed.
A soul so undefined,
That it doesn't have any faith, destination, or address,
A body is daggered,
That every bit of scar speaks the tale of trodden faith,
A Life so meaningless,
Stuck between the psychic of psychology, philosophy, science, history, delusions, reality, and nothingness,
Oh! what existence it is,
Tragic beautiful sad and good,
Yet worth living and worth dying for.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
