Depressive Realism Poem by Sandra Feldman
Depressive Realism
Life is an illness,
That we try to figure out
And cure.
But, so far, no progress,
The mystery remains
As to Why we're so impure.
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: human
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4/24/2024 7:42:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Life is an illness, ............................ The line could give birth of some thesis papers. Try to expose the philosophical logic behind this perception. Thank you.