The Big Depressi

Deprivation II

I force my eyes open

Feel the burn

From the cold night air

As they grow heavier

It grows harder

To preen them open

With the sun slowly rising

In the corner of my tired eyes

I pull myself from the bed I lay in

Of the vessel

That grants me the bliss of sleep

I do not partake in

And reach for the door

Which keeps my drowsy body warm

To a world in which

I would lay tired and cold

Until I return

To deprive myself of sleep

Once more