you are there waiting for me at the end of the day
night
whatever
you don’t ask me anything
you don’t expect anything
i don’t have to be witty
you don’t want to know anything about my day
night
whatever
you just welcome me into your cotton polyester blend arms
you are your own faith
your own god
but you don’t tell me the truth
you show me a world where my problems have been solved
or never started
she still loves me
i still hold the tiny one’s hand
the beast stalks someone else
then i find out that none of it is true
but i keep coming back to you
i raise my head and try to rise
but your cotton polyester blend arms are too strong
and i fall back
and so it is
and so it continues every day
night
whatever
world without end
amen
A Misplaced Boy 
Dude. You are scaring me. Sounds like serious depression. Get some help, please!
Don;t be scared. It’s not a cry for help. Just a poem about how I sleep too much.
But I do SO appreciate your concern. Thank you.
Wow. Beautiful. Beautiful. Doesn’t sound like serious depression, sounds like real life, lived and felt and spilt out for those of us less courageous to say.
Thanks Susan. Truth is you’re both right, I do have depression. That’s the beast that I refer to, and it is a factor sometimes in why I sleep so much along with working 3rd shift. But I’m OK and ready to keep moving in a positive direction. I just had to “spill it out” like you said.
Oh…and you’ve got your nerve to call yourself “less courageous” than anyone, young lady.
Poetry – who knew? Kudos.
You need to stitch the number ‘2268’ all over that cotton polyester blend. The sands of time WILL shift. ;o)
Yeah, I’ve been known to freebase free verse occasionally.
I like the 2268 idea, better yet I could get glow in the dark tattoos on the inside of my eyelids!
Thanks! ((((((♥)))))) back at ya!