Waking Up Dead Poem by Sydney L

The light seeps through the cracks
In the blinds in my room
It doesn't feel warm though
It's the color of a sand dune

I take my first breath of the day
It tastes stale on my tongue
The same air as yesterday
The same air the filter runs

I get out of bed
And put on the same clothes
I eat the same thing as tomorrow
And in everyone else's burrows

I go out to do my stuff everyday
Along with all the other men
Everyone says the dawn bring new life
They don't see that I wake up dead