We are all destined to fall apart,
Each in a different way.
We are each crumbling and disintegrating
But we pretend,
Because God knows us humans like to pretend.
We pretend we are okay,
Because God forbid we should be
Seen as anything but normal.
We are all dying, each a day closer to death,
But we downplay our destruction
And try to cover up our obliteration
And deny we are being annihilated.
We carry on, with frivolous deeds of daily life,
Instead of actually living
Because the time we are here is limited.
We carry on, pretending,
As all humans are destined to do.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...