Daylight Robot/Midnight Dreamer

The days are but the hours that keep me from my dreams

I am asleep when I'm awake

And awake when I'm asleep

My days are monotonous

My actions robotic

My mood constant

A thinly veiled depression

That covers all I do

The brief moments of happiness

Forgotten the next morning

When I wake up and remember

I must endure another day

I waste away the hours

As a sleepwalking shell

Until I can finally go to sleep

I wait for my dreams

And their wild adventures

My only escape

From this dreary reality

For contest: By Cagan Hawthorne, a female 16 year old student who writes poetry when bored or sad during school. Cagan also enjoys creative writing, drawing, and computer science, and hopes to become a novelist.

Reviews

[Marie]

I once felt exactly like this--the only thing I looks forward to was bedtime, so I could forget the day and find some joy in my dreams. But I got over it.

[Cagan]

I'm glad you got over it! I'm still working on it, unfortunately:)
Thanks for reading!

[Ashleigh]

Wow can really relate to this, i feel like that sometimes. your poem flows well and describes the feelings perfectly.

[Cagan]

Thanks Ashleigh!