You live in the bed
You sleep in
“I dream of going back”
There was a time
To return into
The source of things
Maybe it was before death
“You only read poets who are dead”
There is no wisdom
And life decays
A red body swirling
In the midst
There is a scent
Lost in the stench of placenta
Maybe if I gurgle the bitter water
It floats above my throat
If there was only compassion to fold these sheets
It would be easy to make that bed
Tossing and turning
The chaos presented between sleep and waking
I love being around entities that perpetuate my unworthiness
And I’ve made that bed
And I’ll sleep in peace
If you let me be
© A.R. Minhas 2016
Dark, seedy, sexy, honest. I love the poem!
Thanks! Really appreciate it…😃
Why do people think one doesn’t like the dark bed one made, and are forever trying to pull one from it?
Everyone of us knows what’s good for we don’t know what’s good for us
*Everyone of us knows what’s good for other people. We just don’t know what’s good for us.
Lol…I suppose that’s true.
Thanks, Mary. I really appreciate your comment. 😃
You’re most welcome. 🙂
Only the dead authors are the legendary ones they set the bar for everything we read today
I agree but some of the living ones have something important to say too…sometimes.
I truly adore your writing style; I hope you never stop doing what you do. 🙂
Thank you so much. That means so much to me. 😃
Eerily neat!!! 🙂
I love your blog.. very nice colors & theme. Did you make this website yourself or did you hire someone to do it for you? Plz answer back as I’m looking to design my own blog and would like to know where u got this from. appreciate it
Hey, thank you for your comment. I actually make the art myself and I just use the pique theme. Hope this helps. 🙂