Going to bed with all the pain, the anxiety, and the thoughts for tomorrow. Yet as soon as sleep settles in, you forget there’s a tomorrow, a future. Finding peace for a few hours, borrowing it like it’s on loan. Living the future we wish for in our dreams. Then the horror hits. Nothing. The news still bleeding on your phone. Bills still screaming from the table. People still hungry two streets over. Clocks still eating time like it’s cheap. Your name still on someone's list to disappoint. You wake up and realize that short peace, where your brain shuts down and stops thinking, was just a mask. It never loved you back. You begged it to stay.

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Profile picture of user: lifeinslomo

The sad predicament of the world will never not wound us. Sleep is just a temporary phase unfortunately. There's always a waking up to do, always a reminder of the harsh realities of life and survival. Your poem packs a punch ✊

Profile picture of user: sidusferam

This is why i appreciate every good sleep i get coz it gives me that little break from everything 🥺❤️ Ah this touched me❤️❤️