I give in to the dark of sleep
before it’s sunless outside
Self preservation of the highest order
so I don’t burn away and can rather fade
into a dreamland where I commit mistakes
Where I live without the sword of perfection
dangling over like it’s judgement day
I wake up before the sun
to feel the night for only a little while
Just to check if the guilt still exists
Just to see if the dark still invites
the imagination of the wicked or
has it finally transformed by the way of habit
But every dawn I’m proven wrong
Every day is an invention of a new character
to keep afloat and to keep me sane
I’m always thinking uniquely each day
but the ending remains the same
Here’s to more days with twist endings!
🤷♂️🤷♂️
No, I don’t believe it. Nothing remains the same!!
It’s more like it changes but when the familiar feeling returns it feels like it hasn’t changed.
I understand!
Amazing! Your poetry is wonderful!