Noun. Dysania. A state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning.
I don't want to get out of bed,
Yet I can't go back to sleep.
Perhaps I'm being misread,
But I think I'm in too deep.
Why should I try to get up?
What awaits me for today?
Should I interrupt
My stay?
They think I'm sick.
They say I might be depressed.
I think they were too quick
To assume I'm distressed.
I may be ill,
But at least I can tell
That it's my skill
To whom I can sell.
Should I stay?
Should I go?
They say I might decay,
But that I just have to undergo.
Should I sleep?
Should I dream?
I try to count sheep,
But it's so much harder than it might seem.
About the Creator
Savannah
Hello! My name is Savannah. I'm only 14; I'm still in high school. My goal is to become a writer that everyone can enjoy. Writing gives me hope, and I hope I can encourage everyone who reads to find their dream.
Some People Don’t Leave Us—We Leave Them
For a long time, I told myself they left. It was easier that way. Easier to believe I had been abandoned than to admit I was the one who slowly loosened my grip. The story sounded cleaner when I painted myself as the one who stayed too long, cared too much, waited too patiently.
By Imran Ali Shah5 days ago in Poets
Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmasa day ago in Horror
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.