lethologica and fregoli delusion settle in
every face is the same
no names
endless crowds of strangers in a room full of friends
i’ve said certain words so many times semantic satiation has set in
the neural pathways have been burned from my mind
so if i look you in the eyes and have no idea who you are
it’s me not you
this frantic panic stricken operating system needs rebooted
hard wired to forget
life is a lucid dream and i cannot pass through a doorway without it resetting back to the beginning
endlessly running down hallways only to find myself right where i started again
confronted by fears i have forgotten the name of
no meanings left
associating disassociative disorders with this mental disengagement from what is real and what is only in my head
don’t know what any of it means anymore
lethologica and lethargic despondency
every face is hers
screaming at the walls as it goes back to the start
or is this the end
surrounded by strangers that seem to know intimate details of my life
i don’t know any of you
but you look like her
who is she
who am i
Mike! ..Your poetry should be hanging next to the portrait of Mona Lisa. The mystery of her smile would finally be known!
You have mastered the art of poetry with nothing less than slam dunks! Amazing …
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you always make me feel like a million bucks. I appreciate more than I can state. thank you.
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It saddens me though, that there are not at the least 100 likes on each of your poems, and stories!! I mean, seriously, of course every writer is fabulous in their own right! But, every now and then a gifted writer comes along and should they not be recognized for that gift?
I happen to think you are one of those writers. I admire your work. So much talent! And, you’re welcome. Your poem about the woman up stairs… hilarious, yet sad.
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Maybe one day. Who can say? I’m leaning towards dying unknown in an attic surrounded by poems.
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What a beautiful way to go!!
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