Lonesome Sleep Poem by Osazee Dankaro

I am lying on my bed of feathers
My eyes slowly close of its own volition,
It is cold, very cold,
Cold rain is hitting my tin roof gently

Thunder rumbles loudly
For an instant, daylight unseats the night
It is cold, very cold,
My fingers and toes are falling off

So I draw her closer to me
She is soft, fluffy and smells of soap
It is cold, very cold
Yet she is all that keeps me warm

Now a bright new day has come
I gently put her aside, my pillow
The cold has retreated to the outdoors
And I am set for a new day.

Dankaro Osazee
09/04/2015