Bed Ridden

The siren won't stop.
Louder, repeating.
In my dream I've been shot.
Wounded, depleting.

I awake to see light.
Smooth sheets are covering.
The room, it seems bright.
Pillow is smothering.

So when day has broken.
My heart it feels sore.
Not one word can be spoken.
'Do not disturb' on the door.

Isn't hibernation is seasonal?
Even for the broken hearted?
Arising seems unreasonable,
Especially since we parted.

So don't split the curtain,
Leave me in darkness.
Bed ridden is certain,
You should expect nothing less.

If misery is my only connection.
Then leave me depressed.
Not to the point where I'm sectioned,
I just refused to get dressed.

Because he has left me here.
To fend for myself.
I'm a car not in gear,
I feel left on the shelf.

I feel demoted to limbo,
When was once in heaven.
Hell is a no go,
I refused sin seven.

But here I lie
Alarm still flying.
Wanting to die.
Commence trying.