The Cycle

I woke this morning with a heavy heart and pessimism on my brain.
I thought of all that could go wrong and has again and again.
I reached out from the darkness to pull the curtains back.
Shadows scattered feverishly, hiding from the Suns attack. 
As the rays seeped in, it seared my retinas.
I felt it peer into my soul. 
I was left petrified.
Stuck in this black hole. 
My body feels so heavy as I comply with today’s routine.
Get up, get dressed, go to work.
Don’t forget the caffeine!
Keep up.
Keep going.
Don’t let them see.
Smile.
Laugh.
Joke.
Anything to hide the real me.
Go home.
Get ready for bed.
Have a glass of wine.
Settle back into the darkness and pretend that everything is fine.
Fall asleep to the nightmares. 
The ones that sit on pause.
Scratching at my memories with their feral little claws. 
Toss and turn.
Try to sleep.
Try not to go insane.
Wake up.
Repeat.
Again, Again, and again.

#poetry   #lesbianpoetry   #lesbi

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand this poem.
"Toss and turn.
Try to sleep.
Try not to go insane.
Wake up.
Repeat.
Again, Again, and again."
Repetition of bad situation lead us to no-where. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote