The wave has completed its crash
Remnants dripping down my body Fighting to cling against my skin
They might as well have been mercury
The haze dissipates in a poof
What remains a confused mind in limbo Only thing it ever knew now gone
Feels like the world beyond it never existed
Reborn or reincarnated? Very same person I was before I was swallowed whole?Mentality untouched? Views stagnant? Personality standard?
The probability of change not occurring is less than the existence of zero
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Author:
OnionAlone (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 23rd, 2025 22:15
- Comment from author about the poem: You aren’t the same person you were when the wave is done and dusted. You struggle to pick up the pieces of yourself amidst the rubble, only for the next wave to hit, right at the moment where nothing in you has been set to their rightful places. I like to think of it as the consequences of depression. Once you were, twice never is.
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