Tag: 1984

• YOU ARE THE DEAD!

  In this world death is boredom, it is the sinking feeling in your heart and your chest, pulling you down into the couch. A voice echoes, rippling through the corridors of space trapped within a mind. When you are the dead you don’t care about anything. Death is routine. It’s having the same reaction to…

  Daniel Flosi

  11/05/2018

  Poems, Poetry

  1984, anxiety, death, depression, karma, life, poem