Bed Time Poem by Shaynna Bernal
Bed Time
The weakness of my days alone
Caring sleepless place unknown
Gleeing that my two ends meet
Knowing what's below my feet
Having these grueling thoughts
Of past life sinking all aloft
I know my end is creeping near
Into my bed I wait unclear
Why hath this deed be branded upon me
Like burning light I cannot see
The voices screaming, I still cant hear
I lay alone my endless fear...
Goodnight
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4/19/2024 4:11:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice rendition of transition between consciousness......in a poetic bed! Nice works Shaynna.I luvitt!