bed time

just a poem i wrote 10-3-09 enjoy!

Hello bed, we meet again
from all the tears drying
i still fall asleep
lying here all alone
this place is getting so cold
not understanding what im becoming
nor who im loving
feeling depressed to hungry
to wanting not to care
why is my blood dark red?
so many questions unanswered
confused by my delusions
as the mascara still flakes down my checks
i wonder, wonder and think
still confused and lost
waiting for more right doors to open
for someone, something to help me
and pull me back from the lost

Author's Note

tell me how you love it!

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I love it! =) It's a voice of our inner thoughts that we process through each night. Questions as to the what, wheres, whys and whens of our journey. We all ponder and wonder about the unknown future and the hope that better horizons are through door number one, rather than door 361. We keep sleeping, we keep waking, hoping, dreaming that the right door opens sooner than later.

Awesome Ink Ashley!
Aaron

[TheSweet]

Throughout all of the changes we go through in life and the problems and issues we face - we always still have our bed :) Nice poem.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Amazing howour bed is where we think alot, seems to have a personality of its own, can sense our emotions, atleast I crazily think so!

Enjoyed greatly:)