bed of nails

A Poem by aftervision

Last night I went to sleep

But not to rest

I forced my body to lay down

But couldn’t control what was in my chest

I asked myself why am I holding my pillow so tight

With you sleeping only inches away

If I touch you, you say that I disturb your night

But if I don’t I disturb my day

Our love has too many rules

All of which seems to be made by you

As long as you are comfortable

I guess that it doesn’t matter what I’m going through

If I speak out -- I’m too sensitive

If I say nothing -- it’s because I don’t care

You claim to want conversation

Just not with me there

You sleep the night away in peace

While I lay awake in hell

You have the comfort of a pillow top

While I try to find comfort on a bed of nails

after vision