A Living Death


Again
I'm in the dark pit
Don't remember
When I fell in
Daily, I wake
With a clenched jaw
Containing every ounce
Of my stress
My blankets
I refuse to surrender
As I lay in a fetal-like position
Trying unsuccessfully
To blend into the furniture
My bed
Is my temporary refuge
From the cold world
It can contain
Yet cannot cure
The demons in my head
They remain
I beg for sleep
Oblivion from my horrors
To no avail
Thus, I suffer
In a bitter reality
A living death

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