BEDROOM HOSPICEA Poem by Lostblankets and sheets a straight jacket of comfort tying my body down to the two mattresses stacked on top of each other that I sleep on at night bound to my bed by nothing tangible but bound nonetheless trapped inside a prison of my own design I know that somewhere the keys to escape dwell within but I can’t seem to muster the energy to search for them and rummage through the blackness inside sifting through rank piles of ugliness stacked high and crammed deep in my heart and lungs and stomach and brain and all the parts in between so I stay here and waste away stomach growling body aching condemned to this purgatory I am alive but suspended hanging over a chasm of death staring into the depths enchanted by its vastness longing for the permanence of eternal rest but settling for this instead rolling around in bed day after day chasing a sense of relief or replenished energy hoping I will feel less drained if I give myself the chance to relax I am restless but I am listless and empty I want more than this but this is all I can achieve I don’t want this life that isn’t worth living I am growing more tired and find myself trapped in a tangle of blankets unable to free myself more each week eventually I think I may finally fall asleep and never wake up just like I’ve been dreaming of all this time one of these days I will stop hanging over the chasm and take a leap of faith at last © 2018 LostReviews
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1 Review Added on July 25, 2018 Last Updated on August 2, 2018 Tags: depression, trapped, tired, resignation, bed, bedroom, stuck, pain |