Lugere Mouroses (To Mourn Oneself)

Lugere Mouroses (To Mourn Oneself)
by Sundrowner (Austin Runyon)

I wonder if conciousness erodes overtime
Every piece of my body has been replaced
My body, my mind-why not that?
Death is darkness and there falls every memory
Is the child I used to be dead?
And when did he die replaced by me?
He dreamt of the day his world begins
I dream of the day world ends
Is he dead?
If so I want to be that little boy
Quietly sleeping, endlessly dreaming
Of nothing at all

Reviews

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I think our childhood have great impact on our whole life. I can say i am still connected with that little boy what i was. He is kind of my guard angel. Always have good sense for danger and fake people. But also he gave me lot of phobias. Nothing is complete positive at our lives. Actually my little boy is quiet dark fellow . I cannot blame it myself who i am. There is only one person who i have to blame and that person is just me.

Thank you for your intriguing poem. It's really help me lot with my personal observations.

[Austin Wade Runyon]

Yes I feel the same way. Sometimes I feel like I'm still him will a lot of crap piled on top. Glad you enjoyed the poem.

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One of my ex therapist explained to me. This little boy can be my self defense system against to world
But problem is this boy see danger everywhere . We tried several times to get him go but he always return . It's constant analysation what is real danger and what is just my illusions .

[Esteban Morfín]

In a way, we are never who we used to be one moment ago. The person that started writing this comment is different to the one that is going to finish it. I guess you could say we die every moment just to get born at the next one.
This book is a dark trip. I like it.
Also, I really hope they are all just metaphors or at least part of your past and not your present.