154th Poetry in 2018

In every night, 
I am swallowed by my bed 
as if my mind was swallowed by many words.
I sink to the bed, and I fall asleep.
Does new morning come?
Does the light of hope brighten me?
I don't expect it.
When I fall asleep, 
I throw all feelings away.

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