Bed-Bound-Soul

The heaviness of this bed draws indications that I’m not sleeping alone The squeaky sound of a loud spring creeping in as it moved like an aggressive ocean wave at night I could hear I’m not breathing alone The shivering sweat ice skating coldly down in the back area Making-it difficult to toss and turn Not moving quietly listening to each and every sound just to pick up a diverge scenario What could be it that is joining me at this very night Starring at the time will it passes 2am I’m still awake wondering the weight that exist in this bed As closed as my eyes the heart pounds hardly with fear I can even taste the figment behind with a ounce of fog as I’m breathing in and out Creating the event of course invading my resting cage Merchandise my movement I’m no longer in rest I can feel the breathing it’s getting anticipated as much as I’m panicking It felt like both of us are as much scared at each other The crib of the sheets stout the fingers as it was tied The unknown visitor in this bed has no introduction It felt so cold it needed my warmth The irony is the actual senses felt the same energy As if the same weight and heat belongs to me Ashleigh Ngoqo