The Sleep You Made

 

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

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16 Comments

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