It Has Always Been a Sad Night

You need to get out of bed. You need to get a life. They said. Yes, I do need to get out of bed. All these lying in bed without Winking a damn sleep Is mocking my sheets To shame. I do need to get out of it. Also My pillow Almost Smells like the sea. Salty drops of moisture Wasting themselves in the sponge That is my pillow. And it’s like the sea to me. The sea and its lust in drowning me to life. The sea I always create. The sea that dries up Before the morning light.