I'm drowning in these trendy patterns of human civilization,
Wretched by its history, present and future,
The more I know, the more it engulfed into me,
That this is just an illusion it'll be over,
First time did I question myself,
Was the first time I felt worst than ever,
It drown me into a light shade illusion,
And I felt like my life is just a dream,
I said to myself, I was going to wake out of this nightmare,
And realised the nightmare itself was life,
The waking up was itself death,
The Philosophers religiously, rationally and secularly said this thing,
That this life is just an illusion,
And yet it occured to me in these hollow days,
When I'm an empty shall full of nothingness,
Chasing what isn't mine,
Making it my worth just to survive.
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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...
