Depersonalization and Derealization brought me here.
It's an existential poem, I suffer from DPDR when I'm alone and I prefer to be alone...anyways, that's the lame ass poetry of my philosophical POV today.
Love for those who never smiled,
And for those who Always did.
Who sat in silence,
who stood up in noise,
And for those who survived,
For those who almost died.
This is the glory of this garland,
It possesses all truths,
backed up by many lies.
It speaks volumes about the things, of those, who atleast once tried.
This is the garland of life,
What you see around is a very well known game,
Some gamble for their whole life,
just to earn a sovereign name.
Once for all, the game would finally end in ashes,
The good, the bad, the lazy, the active—every spectrum in tiny patches,
They will surely lose their name,
The prestige will be evaporated as molecules of water in air,
The converter of bad to good— resuming a hopeful prayer.
What you see around is a house of memories,
The house will also turn into nothing,
Everything to end— everything at ease.
Now what you see around is every emotion you've seen,
Some of them were cunning,
Others were kindly clean.
The scattering of atoms is the very end of this final scene.
From birth to the end, life is net zero might be the main theme.
(Sorry for grammatical mistakes, the lines also need sharpening, ik.)
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