When I prepare to sleep
Place my phone face down
The room sinks into night
The sliver of light
Cuts through the curtain
Of my shuttered eyes
So I turn away
There is still the silver scar
Across my retina
A reminder that there is
An outside and the world
Goes on without me
But now the only world that matters
Is in this room and that world is black
So I sleep. Still I see the blaze of light.
Until I awake in the morning.
When I am awake, all I see is darkness.
When I am asleep, all I see is light.
Day 6 – Lullaby
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