Sleep

I don't want to wake. I don't want to wake. 

The world is gray.

I don't want to rise. I don't want to rise.

Nothing has changed.

Please just let me sleep. Sleep this pain.

Please don't make me breathe the air.

...It's filled with despair. 

Don't let me wake to this world of gray.

Who wants to rise to the unchanged?

Just let me sleep.

...Please, sleep this pain.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

The unperturbed cycle of the dullness in your speaker's life is well apparent through your words and expressed rather poignantly. Who would want to wake into a life where their actions go unnoticed by the grand schemer of everything, where their attempts to change their life always fail, where even the air reminds them of their inability to alter anything within the world? 'Tis truly a woe and you've expressed that in a hauntingly beautiful way.

[Mary Ochoa]

Great write my friend:) Thank you for sharing! Off to sleep we shall.

[Mayank]

agony, melancholy, the hopeless gray... all the good and bad times are just phase.

[Dark Poet]

I have this feeling every time I wake up. It's a terrible feeling. Lovely poem.

[Briana O'Connor]

If only we could just sleep our lives away, but then we wouldn't be there for the good times. Very well expressed.