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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Empty Bed

I know there are no monsters
lurking under my bed or
boogeymen hiding in my closet
but some nights
I don’t want to go to sleep
 
because when I turn off the lights
and pull the sheets back, I know
this bed once more will only be
for me to occupy, for me to
lie down and close my eyes
 
and no matter how much I dream
of having someone next to me,
the cold reality remains the same;
the space next to me is empty
for another night.
 
Some nights I can get rest and
sleep without a thought of
the emptiness all around but
those nights seem to be
few and far between.
 
For all the others I try to
stay awake as long as I can
to kill off the nighttime hours
to give myself less time to sleep
in this empty bed.

8 comments:

Brian Miller said...

when the day stops spinning and we lay down, the boogeyman is in our heads and not under our beds...be it our aloneness...or all that we need to do...or...our heads will def find the haunting to fill it with...

have a great holiday man...

Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil said...

Vernon, first time at your blog, thanks to dverse Open Link! I too have experienced that empty bed, the loneliness, the long night. Trying to stay awake, lest sleep lead me to waking up alone again. Heartfelt, beautiful poetry. Amy Barlow Liberatore, Madison, WI

The Drugstore Notebook said...

Night time is a tricky time indeed! Nice diction and flow.

annotating60 said...

An interesting approach to a too common situation. >KB

Mama Zen said...

Really cool write. I've been there.

Katie said...

I feel you. Very well written and expressed. :-)

hyperCRYPTICal said...

I know of this.
Loneliness is an unwanted companion as the night passes slowly by...
Anna :o]

Pealogic said...

Oh sad. Well written