Is this life or is it a dream?
What did I do?
What does this mean?
Stuck in another world,
Lost far from home.
I can't find my way back from the unknown.
I'm struggling to cope,
Trying to remember who I am.
Time is as slow as an hourglass dropping sand.
My visions gone weird,
I don't know what's going on.
This is too strange and something's terribly wrong.
Where the hell am I?
This moment doesn't seem real.
I can't exactly describe how I truly feel.
It's like I am here,
But yet I am not.
The room is moving and distorted are my thoughts.
I'm disconnected,
Alone in time.
My body is an illusion,
It isn't mine.
This has got to be a dream,
I'll wake myself up.
Fuck, this is real and I'm going to throw up.
- Author: Felicity Jones (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 11th, 2017 06:48
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about dissociation and feeling disconnected from your surroundings and yourself.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 67
Comments1
Well written and expressed Great write
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