What if you wake up
from your dream,
and realise you're
just a puppet,
controlled by
chaotic opposites
to fulfil
some strange purpose.
You don't see the end
everyone around you
is just a minor character
of your story.
They live,
they die,
they hate,
they love,
just for you
without knowing.
What if you wake up
and realise
freedom's just a dream,
and every step you take
leads you inevitably
near your fate.
To decide life ain't meaning anymore,
and embrace death
smiling.
(May 2021)
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Abisso
Poetry"Sinking in the ocean of tears and sorrow" The soul, a painting of shades and emotions, fleeting and evanescent. So complex understanding every fragmented side of it, and like autumn leaves, who we are, slowly vanishes away. The only memory left of...
