Alone, On My Bed Poem by Asoegwu Snaga

Alone in my bed.
Taking quick peeps out of
the square windows,
Little stars, the only source
of illumination,
Small vampires all over, bringing brain shattering
whiz noise,
Powerless i am, as they
bunker my blood away. Nightly whispers becomes
my only console,
The whispers of little
creatures sorting notice,
To them, i have become a
great fan, the listening ear. Down, down, down,
I sink into thought,
Standing in court,
In a witness box, i stand
and fight,
The sadness in my mind, The pain i feel all over,
The cold feelings on my ribs
The emptiness inside,
These, i sword down like
Xena. Slowly, i come back up,
My sadness, i cry out,
My fears, i voice out,
My body, i warm up,
Alone, i regain my strength,
A better day, my prayer point,
As sleep takes me away. All alone in my bed.....