My Pillows Hum Sweet Lullabies

I don't ever know how to describe poems; they speak for themselves. This is a poem I wrote in my creative writing class and the prompt was simply: Reasons I will not get out of bed

The sun rises and the birds sing their morning songs, 

but my bed keeps me warm and my sheets hold me close. 

I do not want to leave. 

My pillows hum sweet lullabies 

trying to convince me to lay in bed all day. 

The lights are out, 

but my clock reads 5:00am. 

I do not wish to get on my feet, 

the stairs will consume me,

 the lights will burn my eyes. 

I do not wish to step outside,

to feel the heat of the sun; 

she always tries to burn me. 

I do not wish to see the clouds, 

nor the cotton candy sky, 

or the grass sparkling from last night's dew. 

All I want to do is be in bed with you.

Reviews

[B]

Story of my life
every morning and afternoon
i am a bed bug i secretly believe so

A very light and calming poem
Very well done

[Chloe Powell]

Thank you!