If the sun rises
So do I
Awoken
But not awake
The world tilts
It shakes
Like a furry mirage
But not a living thing
All I see are shapes
Not faces
My eyes flutter rapidly
Urging me to see
Which world is real?
One melts into the next
Awake I am asleep
Asleep I am awake
If the sun settles
So do I
But the cycle,
Never ends
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Human
Non-FictionI've gone through some crap. We all have, so maybe you can relate. This is poetry about the life of another depressed human.
