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Misplaced
Sometimes
I feel misplaced
like an orange peel upon an apple
or features without a face
I'm here but I'm erased
all floating spheres
have fell from grace
it's myself I fear
being in the human race
everything is clear
if it's opaque
I've too many questions
with answers I cannot take
lessening are the distinctions
between real and the fake
beckoning are the drownings
within an eternal lake.
Published 9th Sep 2023
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Anonymous
9th Sep 2023 11:06pm
Evening Diddi,
Hope Ur well?
Lovely rhythmical pen!
Take care.
X
Hope Ur well?
Lovely rhythmical pen!
Take care.
X
9th Sep 2023 11:33pm
17th Dec 2023 5:07am
28th Mar 2024 7:06pm
This poem beautifully captures a sense of displacement and existential uncertainty. The imagery of feeling misplaced like an orange peel on an apple or having features without a face evokes a profound sense of disconnection and identity crisis. The repetition of phrases like "floating spheres," "fell from grace," and "drownings within an eternal lake" enhances the feeling of being adrift and struggling to find a sense of belonging or understanding in the world. The poem skillfully navigates themes of alienation, introspection, and the blurred lines between reality and illusion. Overall, it's a poignant and thought-provoking piece that resonates with anyone who has ever felt lost in the complexities of existence.
31st Mar 2024 11:20pm
