day bleeds into night as i make ready to sleep, at last
yet, i lie here, drowning in pillows and comfort
a mist of jasmine here and there
in an empty room to suit my empty bed
i toss and turn until it exhausts me
alone, again, till morning light
when i awaken to birdsong and the sweet smell of pine
to begin another day of living
my tiny life
in my tiny home
stark reality sinking in
i may as well have slept upon a bed of nails


One thought on “alone

  1. I really liked that! I identified with it a bit too. I don’t think I saw links on your journal before, but I’m going to take a look-see 🙂


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