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New original poetry for someone else to steal and do “for better.. or worse”

Permanent derealization
Inside a shadow realm
Never coming down

Lost
Like losing tracking
Satellites show we’re slacking

We’re standing in the tall past
You said we’ll have the last laugh
Declaring magnets don’t last

Copyright © 2026 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

(p∞)



I got so fucking lost

I laid there dying in the void

I dunno

I found God out there

Like a hammock

Resting on

Or maybe God found me

This time…

Imagine being so lost with no direction (nihilism)

It’s fucking hell


5 thoughts on “Disassociation

  1. Thank you, Charlie. Things have been different since the pandemic. Slowly watching my country be sliced and diced while the “new improved formula” is adding poison and manmade junk and removing anything nature or God made cuz we in a 6th mass extinction and I keep screaming from the rooftops but folks be offended or they don’t hear me at all. I think I might be lost in the desert 50 years, but I ain’t 50 yet, and if I moved to say Ethiopia, I’d be 7 years younger since they are 7 years behind. And honestly, sometimes I think going AWOL is the right answer, I’m lost, BUT HOW MUCH MORE LOST CAN I BE?

    Like I’m in purgatory, this is a small sample of hell.

    I’d rather have a large helping of tacos cuz I’m greedy and hungry but too lazy to do anything about it.

    P.S. i don’t like waiting 24 hours to respond cuz then i disassociate and DAYS HAVE GONE BY. So sorry for the late reply.

    And for the loss and emptiness you are feeling. They say misery likes company and that’s probably true cuz I’d pull up a chair for you..

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