I just woke up in bed and this is what my mind says, and so I just wrote it hastily.
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Fell from the Bottom
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I'm dreaming, a serene rem sleep
Such creativity, unconsciously generating as I fell deep
From one place to another, I am levitating
The feeling that my body is light as air, like my inside there's nothing
Such a break,
such a rest from a day
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It's everytime, as I lie in bed,
waiting for the time I'm temporarily dead
Under the blanket, the growing pressure, fears, and anxiety that I accumulated
Is what I had to sleep with, to dissolve momentarily
My brain had finally rested, sobriety from that stresses
The silence is what I waited as the day progresses, yet I unknowingly tasted
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As I levitate, a heavenly unconscious state
Each time I wake is what I very hate
I feel like I fell,
Each time the bell yells it quells my dreams a hard farewell
From the skies my mind kept me afloat momentarily
In meteoric speed I fell down,
Awaken in reality, I have felt the bottom of my wooden bed just as I land in the ground
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However, what made me really fell to the rock bottom
Was everytime my eyes opened in the morning
My feelings are so draining, well it drained, it's a drought
My guts are as dry as the soil that cracked
The lakes of energy, motivation and bravery, and optimism
Which I fought to conserve to live yesterday to make me feel and live better
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All was gone, back to square one
Each time the sun rises, I rise from my lying
Rebuilding and storing, then to be drained and to start again
It's tiring, this has been repeating for long this way
Next time I just want to resume sleeping
when my eyes meets reality in the beginning of the day
Posted Sep 9, 2022, 12:24 AM UTC Β· edited