I think I might sleep forever

Today is the beginning to the end of the beginning of the end. What would you like to do today my friend?

Wake up with flutters in your head

The sun is too bright, you just barely squint your eyes

You look in the mirror and you notice you are dead

No not the medical way, more down to size

Just in your stomach in the pit of a smaller world

A world with s**t like yours, the stuff that makes you hurl

And curl, into a ball where you try to blind yourself with tears

That way when time comes round you won't have to see your fears

When they draw near, because their presence sears

And they cut like sheers, through your reality

Identity, every thought you thought with your "unique" creativity

So you turn away

You know how to spend the dead day

And you crawl back in bed, again to stay

Author's Note

I am no poet, I am a kid with too much on his mind and access to the internet.

Reviews

[J.M]

This is clever and original - over all very well written.