ABOUT THE POEM: Fragments is a short existential poem that examines a self no longer experienced as whole. The speaker describes a long-completed loss of the soul, followed by a permanent division between mind, heart, body, and consciousness. Rather than dramatizing suffering, the poem adopts a restrained, observational tone, presenting alienation as a settled condition rather than a crisis. Reality is treated not as something inhabited but as something named out of necessity, while consciousness functions as a distant witness rather than a source of clarity or healing. The poem resists redemption, therapy language, and emotional catharsis, positioning itself instead in the philosophical aftermath—where identity persists as fragments that coexist without reconciliation. The emphasis is on endurance, detachment, and quiet clarity rather than hope, making the work reflective of modern existential fatigue rather than active despair.Fragments — Ronie Dinosaur
Someone said it’s better
to be laughed at a thousand times
than to lose your soul.
Mine disintegrated decades ago.
The mind went one way,
the heart stayed in the past,
and I drag my body through this place—
calling it reality, my friend.
From somewhere inside,
I watch—
distant,
trying to grasp what is real.
I reach, but
I come back alone,
every time—
someone is near.
Ignorance must be a privilege,
but I am getting late.
They have knives and forks,
while I just observe
and walk.
Abnormally extreme
performance disorder
is my disease—
a connection between image
and reflection.
Thought and reality
are never two sides of the same coin;
I burn in silence
for something that can’t exist.
I call it Ronie Dinosaur.
It’s a scar with a signature,
and every footprint
is haunting.
