I trace my hands over the thick fabric.
Luring me to sleep.
I feel the fibers between my fingers
comforting me with their embrace.
As I cover myself up
my eyes slowly shut.
I drift into my dreams.
I’m awoken by the images
invading my mind.
And I push comfort away
then shove it to the side.
I force myself to sleep once more.
Battling the night
-rest is a chore.
Morning arrives, it always does-
As the sun pours through my window.
I grab my blanket
and pull it back over me,
to protect myself
from the eyes of the world.
Not my best, but hey, I’m trying something different.
I have decided to take prompts from my textbook for my upcoming poetry class and post my responses to them on here. And now, I am challenging you to do this as well!
This prompt was “something in your room.”
If you participate, pingback or comment a link below! 🙂