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Her secret is this,
(Though she has been set free)

Sometimes she longs for the

False safety of her prison

Yet wakes up at night in

A sweat

From a nightmare

That she has returned.

Sleep does not welcome her

Back

After that.

Plagued.

Motionless for fear of

Being caught,

She will not blink.

Covers soaked and wrapped around her as if

Some magical

Shield from monsters and beasts.

In the darkness she hides.

She prays

For peace within

A prison of a

Different sort.

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Wretchedness 

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Wretchedness has

Shackled me to my bed today.

She is a most

Undesirable visitor.

Knows me so well.

Waits until i am so weak and weary,

Deceives me

And preys upon my thoughts

Piling on one after another.

Smothering me, keeping me writhing 

And gasping for oxygen.

(She knows me so well)
I open my eyes and try to look away

But I get entranced by her siren song,

So deadly yet so serene

And i must just see her,

Must hear her.
My body settles into the sheets.

Gone.

Come time, minutes or hours

Or longer

Til I overpower her;

Wretchedness.

I rise to touch the sun, my eyes catching 

Glitter that remains

Twisted in my sheets,

And I am momentarily blind.

She Thought.

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She thought.

She did not think.

She loved.

She believed she loved.

She thought she was awake.

She was only dreaming

So

Here she lies staring

At the ceiling.

And

Sleep evades her

This darkest night

As so many nights before.

Once again she tosses and turns,

Unpleasant thoughts raging inside her brain.

More often than not this bed is no friend.