It’s 3 in the morning
I’m somewhere else
But I have a feeling this isn’t real
This thought arouses my mind
If thinking makes me real
So why isn’t this?
Where am I ? No where to go
I couldn’t complete this loop
I see my brain distorted
My thinking’s getting absurd
Thoughts unclear,
I wonder where am I ?
I could see the flames from far
I think, whom they are burning this late
And as I come closer
It is no one’s but mine
Now I wake up in some unknown place
Uncomfortably familiar
I could feel my body around me
I get so engaged in feeling my existence
And forgets
What was the dream and who was the dreamer?
~ Sakshi
sakshibhojane04 
Tingles- great poem! I’ve been working with the themes of depersonalization and dissociation in my poems and writing a lot. Deep deep stuff.
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I tried to pen it down but sometimes it doesn’t work so this one is from those rare moments, I’m glad u liked it 😄
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Here’s a link to my dissociation tag in case you want to check some of them out. https://hermanshermitage.com/tag/dissociation/
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Sure I would love to
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