Poems ✍️
  28.05.2026
  17

Nisha Dyrene

Defeated

I watch the words
As they come
Slowly
Drop by drop
Moving into shapes
That make no meaning

I feel my body sigh
At its inadequacy
Knowing the inevitability
Of futility

I sense the confusion
Of disjointedness
Of who I am
And who I wish to be

Past and present
With no future
Only questions

I think a thousand thoughts
Not knowing
A single’s worth

Put a few on paper
And stare
And sigh
Not seeing
Seeing nothing


  Fragmentation confusion futility

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