From left to my right
I can not see,there is no light.
From up then down to my pillow
what is it thats bothering me so?
Fantasy to Fantasy.
Great things i always see
Reality seems too mean
so i don't include it in my wildest dreams.
Jumping in and out of bed
meditating and playing with my legs.
What is it that keeps me awake
when everyone is done for the day?
Blankets next to me,then on the floor
sometimes the other way around,because i fall.
My head is so itchy and so is my skin
is there an uninvited guest testing me?
After a while
My legs begin their usual complaining
while my brain joins in with crying.
My skin gets a little bit of a chill
then my sheets come back to me.
My eyes saying their last goodbyes
to the entertainment of the night
The bed and pillow so soft
its like its brand new from the shop.
Copyright © Bokamoso Matsawane | Year Posted 2016
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