I’m having a nightmare
Not a nightmare
I’m struggling to wake
It feels like reality, but I know it’s a mistake
Lights are brighter, sounds are sharper, unforgiving
No time, my work unending
No rendering
I’m in hell
Is that a bell?
Endlessly sorting finely grated cabbage into three distinct piles
Green, light green and white, do they go in files?
Children are screaming and laughing
Mouths crammed full of sweets, Cheetos, and piping? (Isn’t that for sewing?)
Math problems swirling around in my head
I forgot how to do those! My brain must be dead.
Did you say something? What is today?
I know I’m dreaming, all this is not real, this isn’t yadot.
In awhile I’m going to wake up
The door? I can’t find the door to open it up
If I could kill myself, I would
But I don’t die in my dreams like I should
Please just give, something just give
I’m too exhausted to live
So why would I want to wake up anyway?
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