Poetry 101 Day 3: Sleep

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I spend my waking hours asleep, dreaming of something better. Something better than the stasis in which I live.

A place where I don’t fantasize about clawing at my own skin just to see a bit red blood in my colorless existence.

Where I don’t want to scream till I lose my voice just to hear a sound in this silent void.

From sun up till sun down I live in this abyss where nobody hears or sees me.

I’m only alive when I’m asleep.

 

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Author: Tawni

Tawni is a California girl currently loving her life in Atlanta,GA. When she isn’t daydreaming or buried in a book, you’ll find her brunching with friends or seeing her favorite bands. As an aspiring writer and lover of all things creative, she hopes to inspire people to not only "exist" but live purpose filled lives.

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