A white ceiling can be appealing only for so long
And perhaps I’ve stared for about four years too much
To realize that I can see faces blending in the solid paint
And dreams that fade away when I open my eyes
Only for those dreams to never appear in my reality
It’s truly cruel, but I can’t seem to get up
It must be because I got stitched into the cottons of the bed
And I swore I’ve gotten sun blocking curtains because
I feel like a melting wicked witch of the west
A phone screen provides entertainment
Even then, it all becomes too much
What is there to do in so little time?
Maybe if I sleep it away again for fourteen hours
The worries and expectations will disappear
#Bed Rotter
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Oh it’s so good!
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Oh it’s so good!
thank you <33
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What a strong poem about being overwhelmed, continously stuck in a montonous life. A relatable poem, which definitely showcases emotions!