Bed..

Bed..

A Poem by August

I don't want to get up from my bed.
It hugs me so i won't listen to my head.

It doesn't care if i'm good enough, it never did.
I never wanna leave you, just wanna be hid.

If i don't get up, i dont have to think.
Into my bed, i shrink.

I don't want to see, I don't want to hear.
I don't want anyone, but my bed near.

Let me sleep, for one last time.
I'll sink and melt into my bed, let me whine.

Can i stay here for a few more minutes?
Until i feel peace at my spirit,
Until i stop breathing.

© 2024 August


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Added on January 27, 2024
Last Updated on January 28, 2024