Roll to my side,
thrash, cry, knocked out;
snuggling my pillow.
She lied there,
resting, watching,
holding me tight.
I can't close my eyes if
she
does not lie right there.
I've always had this dead set
fear
of wide
and open
dark
spaces.
I see everything that is truly not there,
in the dark.
I'm sorry to be a whining burden.
YOU ARE READING
Bones
Poesia poetry anthology of the thoughts, the feelings and the life within us, tangled around our bones.
