Night is the worst
Under blankets, eyes wide open
The fear of my life creeps
I play dead
Dark is the worst
Time to think of my problems
That which only make me cry
I play dead
Time is the worst
I try to focus on things that aren't real
Things that are fake, like me
I play dead
Clocks are the worst
They tick slowly by
Creating even sleep a new problem
I play dead
Fatigue is the worst
The clock goes off
I no longer play dead
Dawn is my salvation
Author notes
Written January 15th, 2006
A contest entry
- Anything That Doesn't Rhyme by deathbyfrootloopsxx.
456 points, ended March 17, 2006, 38 entries
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nice description
nice poem it's really cool. i like how you build up suspence as you fgo along and end each line with "I play Dead" it's a nice way to incorperate the title. the last line is cool, " Fatigue is the worst
The clock goes off
I no longer play dead
Dawn is my salvation" it's a really cool way to end it from all the great suspence. it's a great and genually a poetical way to describe insomnia and all the problems of the day that come and weigh down on you on the night. great write and good luck in my contest!
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Wow I can definetely relate to this
I hate it at night when something happened suring the day abnd you can't sleep because you cant stop thinking about it and then when it should be an hour its only 5 minutes.
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