Every morning I wake up disoriented and scattered
All my resolves and determinations lie in pieces, shredded all over the place
I don't feel like a being
I don't feel like anything or anyone
Then I start looking for my pieces
I seek them in every possible corner
Newspapers and news
Stars and horoscopes
Quotes and inspirations
And I fix them
One by one
My goals, my plans, my self respect, my righteousness, my determination, my strength and my smile
And I become a determined and confident person
I go out in the world
I battle to survive
Fighting, slaying, slaughtering, getting wounded, but not letting my sword and armor fall
I come back home with the satisfaction of surviving one more day
With a genuine smile and gratification
Happy about what I have conquered
One more day alive
Only to give in
To the darkness
Which take away all my pieces again and caress my wounds
And I die all over again to relive another day.
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Sad Poems 2
PoésieI wasn't intending another Sad poems book but I find it hard to not feel the stories. I necessarily don't feel like that.
