Lonely Soul
Bed;
Not just a place to rest
Not just a place to
sleep
Your bed;
Your place to disappear
Your haven safe, your secrets
keep
You dry your weary eyes
Between the troubled sheets you
weep
You muffle angry screams
Beneath tormented pillows
deep
Your heavy curtains closed
You hide alone
from brutal light
In and out of consciousness
You drift and doze
through day and night
Copyright © Isabel Malone | Year Posted 2009
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