It has been twenty four minutes
and this feeling of emptiness drones on.
My brain deceiving me,
my eyes misleading me.
Is my heart still beating?
Am I still breathing?
Are my lungs inflating?
Are my organs failing?
Not like I would notice,
even if they were.
Up till this point,
life has been a slur.
Disintegration of who I was,
a certain erosion of the soul.
How amusing this all isn't,
with a mind like a black hole.
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Poetry Snippets
PoetryLots of assorted pieces of poetry, all written by me! In here you'll find various themes and tones, each mysterious and unique, breaking all the rules of poetry as we know it. Enjoy!!
