The Matrimonial Bed

The walls and the couch are my dear friends Tucked all day in blankets and sheets Holding direly to my fragile heart Worried about what tomorrow holds Scared of what the night may bring And from the window a shadow of hope flickers Of what pleasure might be out there I envy the giggles from the kid's room And the serenity in the room the nanny sleeps Wishing one day to swap with the other fellows Maybe I may have some sort of peace For i have nightmares during the day Of getting socked in tears and cold blood And i bet i am closer to it everyday There are silly squabbles at times Those i swear i can handle But fights and threats of gun fire These ones scare me to death And the deafening silence at times That too i can't wink an eye for once Afraid that i may woke up in the morning With a choked body lying dead on me For i wouldn't guess what those two Would be planning to do each other When they are mum in their on heads There are a couple of times though That are sweet and as they are beautiful When they are calling sweetheart back and forth Rolling ,cuddling and kissing each other Those moments i feel like i am really sacred Tempted to embrace them and whisper love rhymes And i would close my eyes, open my ears and enjoy the sweet groans and the moans These are the pains that i live with And the sweet moments i cherish But i guess i am damned and screwed to be what i am For the greater part i go through disaster And wish i was a different kind of a bed Maybe a flower bed, a river bed Or at the least a bunk bed