Bedtime Story Poem by Alfred Ramos

I don’t want to sleep alone
In a pitch black room
That spells doom
I don’t want loneliness to reach out to me and swallow me whole
And plants its claw deep into my soul
Solitude can be a mountain of granite
I don’t want to have to chip away
And live off the memories in decay
I don’t want and I don’t need an empty bed
Remembering monumental moments now all dead
But just because you want it to be so, doesn’t make it so