Lying Within My Bed Of Secrets Poem by echo burke

The sheets cover up the truth.
The blankets keep the cold secrets warm.
I am lying with the secrets,
The secrets of my nightmares.
I do not peer under the bed,
With unimaginable fears in my head.
No, I just lie,
Lie with in the brutal sheets of dread.
I close my eyes.
There is a face I recognize.
Mommy never saved me before,
So I will have to open my own eyes.
I do awake
Into the dark blanket of night,
But find myself suffocating
Underneath my pillow of fright.
Lying within the secrets of my life.
Lying in the secrets,
Promoting unbearable strife.
I pull the blankets up over my head.
I cuddle into my teddy bear.
I pray my mind will no longer be fed,
The secrets,
The secrets of my nightmare.
-The secrets I try to escape,
The secrets I will die in…
For I will attempt to uncover them too late.
So I guess I will,
Maintain my nights
And stay:
Lying within my bed of secrets,
And rise to them everyday.