i feel warped in my own obscure world

waited to wanting

anticipating like Sisyphus, pushing to fall back down.


too wake up

to a normal, if only just a slightly foreseeable life


i am disassociating,

this is not my life. 

This poem is about: 
Our world



can you hear me?

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