Poetry

Exhaustion

this conversation is interesting

my bed hates me

I am not so fond of it anymore either

we slept together

had a partner

that partner no longer exists

it seems the bed craves company

more than I alone can give

that scent and those sounds

live in the walls

the squeaking I hear sounds like “goodnight”

yet my ears are wide open

closing my eyes tight

tears run down my face

temperature keeps rising

waking in cold sweats

tossing and turning until

the covers are the carpet

pillows are land mines

spread across the floor

trying to avoid them as I search

search for something to end the thoughts

liquid courage

splashes of water

in two hours I am set to hear my alarm

at least there is peace outside the house

work that does not bother my mind

then back to home

this battle of wits

just praying for sleep

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