Sick of it all,
nothing got sense anymore
and life is just waiting a light
that never comes.
We all run in circles,
pretending to be happy,
slowly drowning
in ourselves.
I don't recognize me anymore
and I can't do anything about it,
cause every action we take
is not ours.
We are slaves in a golden
rotting
cage.
I just want
to die
to sleep
perchance to dream.
In this sleep of death
stop to exist,
and maybe be free
not to be.
(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...
