Somnus Senile

My memory foam has lost its mind.
My sleep nowadays just isn’t kind.

Awake in a fold, formed over years.
Up at dawn drying sheets soaked in tears.

Tears of the weary & tears of pain.
Tears of tedium leaving a stain.

Cooling gel foam mocks from behind screens.
Shopping with hope for clearance of queens.

Pennies all saved & ready to buy.
I stuffed them in the crack…mattress? Why?

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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