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.....
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