Feelings subside
when I hide inside
So fragile
my heart dies
in a somber lie that felt so strange it made me doubt I was meant to believe
caught in a world with no hand signs only path ways leading from one scenario to the next
the circle has become a spiral
but I am a Pretender, here to day
tomorrow never comes or dies
Twirl me one more time
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Author:
Tooway (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2025 12:26
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Comments2
Time an illusion no beginning or end and we in the middle by definition. Better to pretend it does not exist another human misconception. Inside outside all the same another delusion being who you are is the only solution. A fine write
tyvm
You are most welcome
Guilt and impostor-syndrome are so real, it's difficult to remember to take control of our own lives. I really like the unique format of this poem.
now-a-Days you write even more profoundly out of style so the AI don't getcha, personally if I just had to write after a style I love haiku
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