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The Bed Is the Place

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This morning the bed feels like a tomb
The mattress a stone slab
Blankets are vine, curled around his mute toes.
The fever turns dust particles into small fairies
     that giggle and whisper words, turned into
     what appears to be poetry.

This knight in shining armor sheds tears
     of tiredness and self-pity.
Ask him how strong he is
Ask him too how much he is admired
No admiration or strength he will say
He will say that next week he wants his chance
And that this week he cannot be sick
     or else it will be taken from him
     again

This morning the bed is the place
The mattress a safe haven
Blankets will softly lull him to sleep
Sleep well, whiner.

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March 20, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

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Lynn Marie

Date: 3/30/2017 12:48:00 PM

We all have these moments and it is ok..we are human after all with many foibles..lol I like how you crafted this. You draw us in to feel the anxiety and trepidation. I laughed at the picture, especially of the toilet paper roll. Not a bad idea..lol Jan could write a great limerick for sure :-) A terrific write Darren :-) blessings xxx thinking of you, sending smiles and love

Sara Ella

Date: 3/20/2017 8:52:00 PM

HUGS! Hopefully Monday will arrive quickly and find you well rested. <3 Sleep well, dear friend.

Darren White
Date: 3/21/2017 12:56:00 AM

I hope so too my sweet friend <3

Deadd Accountt

Date: 3/20/2017 8:45:00 PM

"Sleep well, whiner." Haha I liked the ending man!!

Darren White
Date: 3/21/2017 12:55:00 AM

HAHAHA, thanks, you made me laugh too :D

Lisa Ricci

Date: 3/20/2017 10:53:00 AM

Darren Darren Darren. This is why poetry works and will forever work. We express and untangle thoughts that run through our minds. You are far from a whiner. Need I say more. I think not. Your entry was expressed wonderfully and with clarity. Well done

Darren White
Date: 3/20/2017 10:57:00 AM

Phew Lisa, thank you :) It's not REALLY bad to sometimes whine.

Chris Green

Date: 3/20/2017 9:06:00 AM

A lot of this is brought on by the anxiety and the looking forward to what is to come. It will be fine my friend and you are always welcome to poetically whine here.

Darren White
Date: 3/20/2017 9:33:00 AM

Thanks, I feel a bit embarrassed, but okay, I did it, so be it :)

Probir Gupta

Date: 3/20/2017 7:51:00 AM

Creative bed ... Lovely blankets ...

Darren White
Date: 3/20/2017 9:33:00 AM

Thank you, Probir :)

Tim Smith

Date: 3/20/2017 4:16:00 AM

Try not to think about it. Yes I know that is hard but it will cause anxiety. I'm awake, a huge thunderstorm.is outside.

Darren White
Date: 3/20/2017 4:19:00 AM

Wow... I hope you can sleep again soon ... I will do my best. Back to sleep too now. See you later :)

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/20/2017 3:32:00 AM

- The disease "self-pity" is a terrible disease, Darren - Best medesin, out of bed ... take a long walk in the woods - Great written, a funny photo at the top - Happy day :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Darren White
Date: 3/20/2017 3:33:00 AM

Thank you, Anne-Lise.