Lost

by Sunshine   Jun 24, 2020


...and if you ask about my well-being,
I am floating over clouds
of schizophrenia.

I often forget my name
and often go back in time
as I age years every hour.

A nonchalant poet
diving in surreal memories
that scratch vintage art
on the surface of my unconscious
weary mind...

but, who are you?

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  • 4 years ago

    by prasanna

    star beat me to nominating this D:

  • 4 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    That last stanza is almost a brain teaser of brilliance, Rania! Great stuff.

  • 4 years ago

    by Gracy Judith

    Beautifully penned! I love this piece. The below lines just make you pause and reflect...

    A nonchalant poet
    diving in surreal memories
    that scratch vintage art
    on the surface of my unconscious
    weary mind...

    but, who are you?

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