When I feel like I can't go on,
That the voices in my head are getting too strong,
I close my eyes and drift away,
To a place where I can keep them at bay.
To a place where there's no responsibility,
Just a dazed sense of tranquility.
Where stories play inside my head,
Whilst I'm asleep inside my bed.
Things aren't always tranquil here,
Sometimes this place fills me with fear.
But here at least I am free,
Free from life and its demands of me.
And when I awake and leave this place,
I'll keep my head atop my pillowcase,
And I'll continue to close my eyes,
Because it feels real... Even if I know it's all lies.
But I have no desire to stay awake,
And continue to bask in life's heartbreak.
I can't escape this cycle it seems,
Because life just seems simpler inside my dreams.
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100 random rhyming poems
Poetry100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...
