This life is like a strangest delusion in itself,
Thought death doesn't afraid me but with time,
Realisation hit me that death haunt me like my nightmares,
Yet I had to discover the self-centredness of my fear,
That more than the death I fear the grave of people,
And the burden which those graves are going to left on me,
Cause at certain moments I was so blinded by love that I didn't notice my loved ones were the one who's been burning me,
Yet they're the ones who build me,
And death never crossed my mind, except those moments at which I felt I'm going loose someone so close,
Yet I'm it doesn't feel so close,
Cause with passing years,
Roots of detachment are graving deep within me every year,
And I wonder after few years,
If I'd be this self of me ever again.
Cause this life is strangest delusion itself.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poesia"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...
