champagne
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she shut her eyes for just a second, but all around her, exhaustion beckoned.
her eyes grew heavier, and soon she slept. into her head, a nightmare crept.
she dreamed of darkness and misty shadows, and over and over the same voice echoes:
"you will never again sleep soundly, look at these horrors all around me.
you tell yourself you're not afraid, so why does sleep make you feel unsafe?"
she bolted awake in a fit of screams, it was harder to cope with these malevolent dreams.
she wiped her tears and turned on the light. she hated that she could never sleep without a fight.
she sat on the edge of her bed and thought, "why does every dream leave me this distraught?"
she stared at the window and soon enough, from between the clouds the sun rose above.
she stood up from her bed and sighed, her body ached as she rubbed her eyes.
she hadn't slept very much in days, she no longer wanted to live this way.
she couldn't stand to look at herself zombified and in critical health.
she found it hard to maintain her smile, and she had fully deteriorated after a while.
she felt herself on the brink of the end; all because sleep was not her friend.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely
Puisihonestly just a book of love letters at this point. i mostly write about one person but heyyyy i mix it up sometimes. the earlier poems aren't my best wok but they progressively get better.
