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Something Hank Moodyesque

Millionth hour of the night
It's dark
It might be midnight
But I wouldn't know
I lost count
Of all the hours, alone, awake
Of all the tremors that made this bed quake
My bed has seen a dozen faces
Faceless bodies worshipping till light
A thousand drops of sweat, tears
Satin, skin and laces
Men I couldn't stop kissing once
So many scents
Of sweat, sex, cologne and lies
Ache-stained pillows
Drenched in all my misplaced lust
I'm in bed with all the ghosts
Memories afloat, my stomachs in knots
Deafened by echoes of all the heartbeats
Pulses that quickened at my touch
Stuck to these sheets
Thickened by 5 minute loves
Sticky, sweet
Blood boiling, swirling, head rush
Empty bed but no place for me
To lay my head in peace and hush
My bed is an abandoned battlefield
War wounds left under my skin after defeat
We fought until someone died, no sleep, no retreat
Lovers, lifeless, now piled up next to me
Nameless, my night guests lay there, cold and neat
My bed is a coffin
My bed is a store bought Christmas card
Generic, impersonal scribbles within
With silly doodles on the front
Blanks filled in however we wished
To's and From's if it didn't mean a thing
Jokes and kisses for the special fling
Clock is ticking
Millionth hour of the night
And I'm sleepless, sinking
Cuffed to my bed by the dreams of an insomniac

Reviews

[Relic]

This demonstrates how a basic human need can be so empty and disruptive when misused and abused. Without love, there's no connection, there's no fulfillment, there's no sleep, and there's no happiness.

Great writing.

[MinorArt]

Thank you so much.

And yes, that precisely it... it starts off as just lack of fulfillment, emptiness, but soon turns to something much more destructive.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Written in 2015 I notice - great poetical examination of how empty living a life only filled with lust can become, when there is no 'love' at the end of it! Sadly poignant write, fantastic imagery and dramatic wordplay - a great piece … PS Hope you have bought a new bed and changed the sheets since when this was first written … :-)

[MinorArt]

Thank you for your words, I’m glad I could convey that feeling through somehow.

New bed, new sheets, new life ;)

[Re-Pete]

powerful imagery and wording. honest, clever title and theme. all around great write. i enjoyed this.

[MinorArt]

Thank you Pete, lovely words to welcome me back here after a long time of silence x

[The Twin Arenas]

Those christmas card lines....great idea.

[Nisreen]

Very well done .............

[MinorArt]

I'm happy you enjoyed it

[marcus]

I think that's really good, awesome!

[MinorArt]

Thank you for the kind words

[sunprincess]

...........nicely inked....I can relate, especially after falling asleep this morning...sometimes it's nice to visit with the night :) ★

[MinorArt]

Thank you, I'm happy I've written something people can relate to x

[sunprincess]

........welcome :) ★

[Kelly Scheppers]

I have bouts of insomnia on occasion, and absolutely avoid catching a glimpse of the time on my clock whenever I toss and turn...it makes me crazy to know how long I've been lying there, awake. Then, I get anxious, knowing how little time I have to sleep before I have to get up! Well, you get the picture, I'm sure...

"Men I couldn't stop kissing once
So many scents
Of sweat, sex, cologne and lies
Ache-stained pillows
Drenched in all my misplaced lust
I'm in bed with all the ghosts..."

I truly like your style. It's raw and it has an edge, and it speaks to a part of me that really wants to listen.

[MinorArt]

Your reviews absolutely made my day! I can absolutely relate to that night-long dread of not getting anywhere near enough sleep, it somehow further fuels the insomnia... Glad you could relate x