Death Bed .

Every morning when the sun rises,
I open my eyes to a dead world.
Dead humans, pretending to live.
Nature, alive ; on the verge of death.

The sun rises without fail ;
on nature’s death bed.
I lay like a dead body on my own.
Wishing to come  alive, in a bird’s nest.

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