Dormiveglia
I eat too much to die
and not enough to live
and I claim that I try
but I can’t say
how much effort I really give
my body is shutting down
but I’m past the point of feeling it
it’s like I’ve already drowned
and I only think a bit
of regret
living numb takes the rest away
I’m closer
To under
Than over
Now
This poem is about:
Me
Our world