Is it foolish to laugh,
To cry,
To grin,
To sigh
At fiction?
Is it wrong to think about the stories
That help me feel alive?
Is it bad that I understand these characters
More than I understand my own life?
Is it misguided to smile when they find love?
Is it idiotic to cry when they are faced with pain?
Is it wrong that I think I'm in love,
With the way fiction softens my own life's feigns?
I've written words and I've shed tears,
Over stories that weren't real.
I've laughed and talked for many hours,
About characters that can't really "feel".
I've related to their struggles,
And I've sympathized with their pain.
Because when it comes to fiction,
It's always clearer than the rain.
When it comes to stories,
It's easier to understand.
And when I feel with characters,
I understand why I feel at all.
My life is so much dimmer,
And by far much more cloudy,
But when I cry because of fiction,
I can understand my life more clearly.
Life is Strange
Gave me pain.
And Last of Us
Ripped me apart.
Star Wars
Gave me fame.
And Toradora
Warmed my heart.
Doki Doki helped me sympathize
For those that are unseen.
And Mr. Robot showed the futile tries
Of someone who wanted to just be sane.
Because at the end of the day,
The fictional world and story falls away.
But in my mind and memories,
The truths and struggles will remain.
The characters became so much more,
When you realize that they're yours.
And their discoveries live on,
As you live a life that you once abhorred
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Semita Vol. I
PoetryTenebris was about coping with life's cycle. Semita is about discovering its pathway. This is my ongoing poetry collection, and the poems in it are written in response to things in my life. Some will be brighter and joyful, and others will contain d...
