Time to dismantle my bed & my nest.
This groove where I rest & plot my next best.
The place where I sweated & puked out sludge.
The spot where pain, sleep & death would not budge.
Once demolished, I can make an escape;
Build a new nest with a livelier shape.
Still, the perfect perch to plot ambitions…
Larger spaces & loftier missions.
For, this bed, oftentimes, felt like a trap.
The new one; life’s springboard & more…perhaps.

