The Bed
A smell assails my senses
as I awake with a start.
‘Tis the stench of loneliness
which my life did impart.
A light invades my eyes
as the daylight streams brightly in.
I grimace at the earliness of the day,
but it’s past noon to my chagrin.
The lure of the blanket,
calling to climb over my head.
My will has been taken
by the pull of the bed.
Daily are the battles
I wage with my bed.
Real life struggles,
or just foolishness instead?
Copyright © Anthony Amero | Year Posted 2010
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