I dream of my life,
I dream of all those fights,
I wake up and find,
No, I'm not fine.
I've been surrounded by things given to me,
I've been surrounded by the old memories,
I see them everyday,
How I wish them all to stay.
I can see the glow in their faces,
This is one of the worst cases,
Feels like living in the darkest corners,
As I'm already non-existent.
I'm drowning in the middle of the ocean,
I'm stranded in the middle of the desert,
Looking at the mirage at about a mile,
Craving for things that are not mine.
I've been floating on the lava all these days,
How does it matter 'cause I'm non-existent,
Existing once as their pillar,
Now existing in their dreams as a killer.
Not deserving me is their failure,
Still loving them is my failure,
Feelings can increase, feelings can be so more,
But it could never be as it was before.
Memories I once cherished,
Things that hurt me,
Thought they were there for me to rise,
Why did they have to be so nice?
I'm stuck in the drought,
Because of the mess in which I'm caught,
I'm falling from the sky,
Into the end that's not defined.
How does it matter? What do you say?
I'm invisible 'cause I'm non-existent.
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Middle of Two Mirrors
PoetryPeople have different minds and different thoughts. There are different actions that define them. What you do, what you say, what you believe, everything is reflected. What you know is what you believe. Not knowing the truth, thinking of none, a ser...
