Now I wake where once I slept,
An innocent virgin,
A thoughtless wreak.
Who was I once?
I lament, I forget.
Sin still remains,
Forever in ruin with pasts bitter stains.
Will it wash off?
Will bed come clean?
I sleep in a bed made up so by you,
But why does it feel I rest as a fool?
I’ve loved and I’ve lost,
I’ve given my share,
But when it comes to taking its then that I’m scared.
I’ll stay in this bed,
Sheets still a mess,
The more I try to hide the more I have less .
So what happens when you wake up still unmoved,
By the bed that you’ve made and settled into?
It gives you a backache, it weakens your head,
Yet you remain there so trapped in this bed
Of life unlived and things unsaid.
Peace, Smiles and Superpowers!