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The Death Of The Day.

I wake up...

to a tear stained pillow,
from unknown dreams.

I wake up...

Alone in a bed,
Only me.

I wake up...

to light bursting through the window,
with a craving for the darkness to return.

I wake up...

to the soft music,
with lyrics stirring my thoughts.

I wake up...

just to die again.

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The days are harsh, and everytime we wake up it will kill us again. We die... the wake up again the next morning.

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  • abmsem
    April 19
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    I loved the ending. The whole thing was amazing. Thank you for sharing and good luck


  • Jepardy
    April 5

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    This is a nice piece here. Very thought provoking and deep on a truly raw level. I like the simplicity it has to it at the same time. Good work. Thanks for sharing and for entering my contest. Best of luck to you.


  • Amia Aesthetic
    April 5

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    Ahhh

    See, this was very sad and forlorn and all that jazz, but it didn't move me.

    Thank you for entering anyway!


  • Justified Inc.
    April 1

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    Forlorned

    I was moved by this write. I felt as though the sleeping so represented death in aspects. It is an overwelming feeling to wake up in the midst of an unwanted reality. Sometimes I wish I could just sleep and not wake up, it is my way of escape!
    This poem exemplifies that feeling so well.
    Nice job!
    Bravo!

    Justified Inc.


  • Flowergirl
    March 28

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    wow thsi is a nice piece of work i love it they way it flows like water out of a faucet just so nice i lvoe it... keep up the great work....

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