these days I sleep
in the recovery position
just in case,
there’s much to be said
about a bed
just a three-letter word
a boat we sail in nightly
destination unknown
tears of happiness
anger, grief, all stain
the pillow just the same
where love becomes lust
becomes love once more
and from our foetal knot
pain and suffering
melt away
word muses may call
to whisper, then
fleetingly take their leave
bed, the place to
question ourselves time again
what have you done?
The place to breath our last
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© Graham R Sherwood 03/22
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