The Bed

by Cherish   Jan 24, 2021


A mutual place
A battle ground
So close
Yet so far away
The slightest breath
Or wrong move
And guns are drawn
Face away
Lie still
Play sleeping lions
Or better yet become a statue
Sleep calls and unwillingly I breathe deep
And shots are fired
I move territory
You say “come back”
But what’s the point?
It’s like I’m not even there

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  • 3 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    The bed should be a place of comfort and rest, of harmony a place to escape the turmoil of the day but sadly for some it becomes a place to fear, a battleground. An emotional write that will resonate with anyone who has experienced this. Milly x

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