Too Early

Shaken to my core as
I wake from a deep sleep.
I wrestle with the sun,
choking on the pale yellow shadow
shining through the curtains.

Having had peace in the darkness,
dreaming of ships escaping my heart,
my nightmares flood into my mind.

Hidden behind masks of ghastly scars,
the sun exposes the real me–
feeling sick to death
of the constant need to wake.
Paralyzing my thoughts as I squeeze
the last breath out of daylight,
I close myself in under the covers
until my need to bleed
releases me.

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