Disassociation Poem by Caroline Bulleck
Disassociation
I feel the crushing pain in my soul
That knocks me out of my body
And collapse into a black hole
How does it still hurt when I'm empty?
Floating somewhere out of place
I see the world as if through a video game
I can't even recognize my own face
It sounds strange to me, my own name
Where am I? What am I? Who am I?
I don't know how to be real again.
So far from existence, did I already die?
If so, I wish my mind would die then.
'Where am I? What am I? Who am I? ' Severally I have asked myself these same questions when I find myself in certain situations that I find very difficult to explain. Well crafted
Did 'Covid gobble you up? ? ? Or did PH's 'changes' drive you away, I wonder. ; (
I'm feeling generous; ***** five stars for YOU. btw, you left a satisfied & satisfying comment about 10? ? ! years ago, at my gross & gory '6 Foot 3' poem. bri : )
Caroline, I hope [[ if this poem is a truth about YOU ]] that you have EITHER recovered OR that your 'brain' has finally died! ! bri : )
An interesting write! Disassociating oneself from reality is painful, so easy to become lost. Unfortunately, there are no road signs in life. We just wander and pave a path, and hope it leads somewhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Where amI, who am I and what am I