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!