I am from a not-happy place.

Tears in the night and harsh words

were my lullabyes

as I huddled under blankets dark,

close, tight against my face.

I am wrapped in them,

trapped-

I can barely breathe

and can never leave their safety again.

Keep the world out-

let me disappear

as I lie here with tears in my eyes.

Sleep is the only thing that knows

my hiding place.

Come to me, Sleep,

but let me stay in this warm embrace-

the only hug, only warmth,

only love

that I can find

in this very not-happy place.

 

By Amber Bourland

 

 

1 Comments on Life Under the Blankets

MAR
08
2008
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Covers drawn, the night grows long

Soon we will to sleep belong

Give up our cares of one more day

On the wings of dreams be born away

our subconscious mind will then awake

to make sense of it all for our sanity's sake

A fantasy world it will build for us

from bits of memories and stardust

With clearer eyes we'll view our deeds

And in our dreamscapes plant the seeds

Of our next great plan, our next brilliant scheme

Our next night's fodder slowly builds steam.

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Amber Bourland

West Plains, MO

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