My Bed
By tgb
My bed Cold cruel words bigots and apathy the world is so big so terrible immeasurably barren till wrapped in my duvet I smile and am warmed a place to shelter of succour denial and denial’s strength of absence and the heart growing fonder within sunken mattress lending remembrance to mothers hug and soft, soft pillows desired touch no matter how cold the world outside she shelters me, she shelters me. James A(asleep often) Mackay1st of 2 poems about bed. pretty much one of my fave places. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 09:07 AM PST 0 • 10
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