My Days

I stay up late at night hoping
that something will happen
that will have made my day worthwhile

I sleep in the next morning
to hide from my day
anticipating nothing of value from being awake

I take naps to hide
from the overwhelming sensation of guilt
for choices I do or do not make

I have lucid dreams
that confuse my reality
and keep me from meaningful interaction with others

I hide on my phone all day hoping
for someone to contact me
to remind me that I am a real person

I lash out at the few people
that I do interact with
to justify the idea that I will have to be alone later

I cannot separate from my devices
for the fear of missing out
on even the most basic notifications

I crave acknowledgment
to ensure my sanity
yet I am afraid to put myself in a position to be judged

I do not commit
to any activity I do by myself
as it makes it more plausible that existence is imaginary

I am comfortably uncomfortable



Poetry by Paul Vermette
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Written on 2021-08-04 at 19:04

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
What a holographic existence! Pure pleasure to read. Thanks for having shared.
2022-05-15


anoop.m.r
Excellent poem
2021-10-06


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Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2021-09-02


shells
Excellent read, the art of avoidance is evident, but the final line says it all, a place I have resided also.
2021-08-07


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is skillfully written. The sentiments reflect those of a person most dear to me. Thank you for sharing, for the honesty (though I make no assumptions whether it is autobiographical or not). A powerful poem.
2021-08-05


Hans Bump
A brilliantly shared self reflection.
2021-08-04