
The name of this poetry collection is Depersonalise. MSJ, the author, could not have picked a more fitting name, in my opinion.
What I first thought was a sign of amateur writing that lacked flavour, is, in fact, an ingenious way of communicating depersonalization to the reader. The poems seem as if they are out of reach as you read them. They are stuffed with raw emotion, but just as you near the last word, you realize there is no climax. When there is expected a satisfying high, all the reader gets is the fading of the emotion.
As I was reading these poems, I found myself anxious and contemplative.
That is the true beauty of writing such as this one. The emotion and the force of it hits you unexpectedly and then you are left hollow when the words fade.