Mommy, there is a man on my bed
He refuses to sleep, and he won't leave
He simply lies there and mutters to himself
What does he want and why does he lie in my bed?
Has he for my sleep absolutely no respect?
It is unfair, make him leave!
Mommy, there is a man on my bed
I thrashed and I crashed yet he did not leave
Annoyed, I sat with him and heard
"Foolish am I that I ever fled, look what I've left
Despairing blues and simply no one else"
Mommy, why does he so fare?
Mommy, there is a man on my bed
I wished he'd left but there he lies like an object
Where is your mommy and why does she not come when you ask for help?
"Fear I must, that she is gone, nay, dead
Her love put these black bruises on me, over here and over there"
Mommy, when and why did his mommy become so cruel?
Mommy, there is a man on my bed
I gave him my box of chocolates and a kiss on the head
You can have my bed, we have the same mommy too!
"I spy within you a spark of kindness but you will never be at rest
I may hold you and caress but she will stomp it nonetheless"
Mommy, he sounds tired, perhaps you should tell him to rest
Mommy, there is a man on my bed
I shook and I stirred him yet he did not move
Confused, I looked at him and saw a big curse
Right there, in his heart, hidden, but there, I swear
The cloud of hatred and neglect already flared
Mommy, why did you kill the man on my bed?
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
