I close my torn pairs of gems,
the ones I despise and condemn.
The image is blurred.
Should I blame my dirty lenses
or my mind for being absurd?
The delusion,
the confusion,
and seclusion
when will it
loosen?
I close my torn pairs of gems.
Oh, how much I'd love to get rid of them.
-derealization,
HIRAYA.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
