In Bed

Journal, Personal, Poetry

Laying in bed, eyes closed,
My head gets heavy,
Heart becomes twenty pounds.

In the city, people passing,
See my reflection,Smile fades – look away.

Hopeful, sends a text,
waits ten hours,
thinks about death.

Sees the time,
endless cycle,
stays in bed.

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