My bed feels like
The faintest whisper of a memory
Like an old friend
Long ago forgottenClimbing into bed
Feels like a whisper of the past
Like days long ago
Days long gone byI am told that
I do not sleep enoughPerhaps it is true
My bed feels old
Like sleeping beauty's deserted castle
A shambled building
Long ago forgotten
The forgotten kingdom
Lost to slumber
Left to dust and decay
Abandoned a millennia ago
Now only existing
Printed in the faintest ink
On a yellowed batterie page
Tucker away in the dust library
Of an ancient old womanMy bed feels empty
Even when I return to it
Its still
And cool
And abandoned
Like a frayed rope
Hanging above the bridge
That led to Tarabithia
Echos of dreams and echos
Of children's laughter playing
In that ghost-like memoryMy bed feels empty
Hollow
And forgottenIt is almost as if
I've forgotten about my kingdom
And the world of dreams
While my bed longs
To be remembered,
And while I long for sleep,
The bags beneath my eyes geld deeper
And my eyelids flutter,
Desperately waiting for slumber10/19/22
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Poetry***PSA- PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ MY MOST RECENT ADDITIONS TO THIS POETRY SAGA. I've been writing in this poetry journal since 2016 and they do get progressively better and more insightful.*** thank you carry on: These poems contain snippets of my...