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poem: karmic cycle

I feel confused, worn out, and lost

 

Everyone around me seems superficial, shallow, selfish

 

 

I’m not any better…

 

It’s not a state of depression that I am in, more of “like just floating around in the universe”.

 

But everyone feels that way?

 

Everyone chases a distraction.

 

Everyone feels empty with solitude or company.

 

Everyone chases validation from conversations

 

Everyone feels demented

 

 

 

We like to feed off of each other’s energy and use it to carry on with our day

 

We use each other for safety, comfort, sex, control

 

 

Sometimes we get carried away and hurt each other

 

We don’t mean to, but it happens.

 

Way too often, in too many different places, too many times by too many different people

 

 

Then we sit with the memories, and then talk about them.

 

With each time a memory comes up in conversations, a detail changes .

We don’t mean to retell the same story with different details each time , but that’s just how our brain works

 

 

Not perfect

 

 

We fall into bad habits and cycles

Sometimes we feel like we can’t get out

 

And that’s because we can’t.

 

We’re stuck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We’re literally stuck.

   But we don’t stop trying

 

No matter how much we can’t get out

 

 

We’re made to be resilient

 

 

We forget

 

People and things around us

 

We lose feelings, hopes, and dreams

 

   And then we find better things

 

We move on from situations and people

 

 

 

 

 

And we keep going.

cynical

◄ poem: 100

Essay: "The Waste Land" ►

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