I am in my bed
pillows 'neath my head
one fleece coloured red
one blue
I lie in my bed
pretend that I'm dead
imagine I've said
to you
goodnight - when I've fled
six leagues will I tread
the path that once led
me through
the fog in my head
the tears left unshed
the unraveled thread
I knew
my life would be bled
my case would be pled
my heart would be wed
all true
with stars overhead
and broken wings spread
I walk straight ahead
I do
YOU ARE READING
bedtime habits
RandomThis was meant to be a single poem. But there seems to be more coming.