you woke up,
you barely woke up;
you sighed and thought
“5 more minutes that I need, please”
so you begged yourself to feel
a bit longer dead:
sleep.
you woke up
then again you peevishly asked for some minutes
to feel how it feels not to feel at all
conscious, or aware of our mawkish reality
“so life”- you begged, “let me die a bit”-
don’t sleep.
stand up and aimlessly move your legs
go there- but where?
brush your teeth, look into the mirror
see not yourself, but just a weary face-
not yours, another’s.
feel empty for the rest of the day,
drown in drowse and act dim,
the disappearance of the insides
so dull
and grey
lacking the You in Self and the Self in You,
yourself is divided:
Self craves for some minutes of death
and after a day of living
You get home-
sleep.