Poetry in Bed

Trial

  I sense a predator,

that awaits my leave.

Waiting so that I won't feel grieve.

He is a beast that awaits till I'm gone,

And appear from nowhere and have fun.

Behold that beast craves my trophy.

However I care not.

But take heed I warn thee.

Thou knowest not how much I suffered to gain that trophy.

It is a curse that surrounds it.

And only I can behold it.

Take it, and pain and sorrow shall corrupt your heart.

A curse shall be your painful reward.