My Bed...i'm afraid

I wrote this on 1/17/13 around 12:30am because I couldn't sleep

My bed
This giant cushion
The warm covers

It is there to protect me from the darkness
To bring me comfort
Provide me with refreshment

But lately I'm afraid
Afraid to lie in it alone
Afraid to try to sleep

My thoughts race
They haunt me
I can't relax

My bed reminds me that I'm alone
No one to talk to
No one to comfort me

I'm reminded that no one else is here
I feel unloved
It brings hopelessness

My drowsiness used to be my friend
It gave me time alone to think
Now I hate it

My mind fills with thoughts of stress
Memories of the past
Fantasies of the future

But what can I do with them when trying to sleep?
I can't relax
I'm left restless and in tears

I long for the days of the past
The nights when this time was my friend
When my bed comforted me

It's just me here
I cuddle with the pillows
Imagining the warmth of a companion

I used to like my bed at night
Now it just reminds me of impending endings
My bed is my prison

Author's Note

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[LostandAlone]

Hm.. This made me think. I actaully reread it a few times.. I like it. I like the whole idea of the poem. It's very different and unique. Lovely write.