I'm awake, but my eyes are closed I feel the strength of the world around Even in closed doors, I feel the sun And with no light my sleepiness imposed I let go reality with open eyes While moving around through the cold floor That extinguishes my sleep just by one touch And all my warmth vanishes and dies It seems dark death, but "life is life" Is death really life? Is she playing on us? Rough thought in the morning Wakes me up, cutting me like a knife. While I close my eyes in front of the mirror Trying to escape my thoughts My mind prepares her self for another day Blank. Space. To me the triviality of the day just gets clearer. @TessStevens for you poem challenge ^-^ hope you like it!