My Bed
Day One
When I bought my first bed
With my own earning
The day limped for ever
The night took long
To knock from the skies
I sat on the couch
Waiting for darkness
Counting the clocks
Yawning patiently
Promising my eyes
Rehearsing the sleep
Dozed on the couch
when I open my eye
It was morning
Still coiling on the seat
The night had gone.
Now, I know
Sleep is a thief
It snatched me till dawn
While I waited
The ache on my back
The ache on my neck
And
The headache of my bed
Tucked untouched!
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