Me, Myself & Morpheus

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I lie in my double bed,
Four pillows
One head.
Instead of displaying splayed confidence,
I assume a foetal cocoon off to the side.
On the edge
– where duvet hem rubs my legs
And my arse crack and back is exposed.
Those
Who
Crave others warmth
have no fire of their own.
Home is…
both a solace and a cell –
At nights I dwell on
Relationships walked,
I talk to myself
and think up lots of dumb wanderlust shit.
I hit the snooze in the morn
after I recover from a yawn
that doesn’t fit –
‘Tis not
warranted…
Quarantined my heart and pathetic emotions,
The notions of becoming BIG in this world start small.
All
I need is to rise…
…and to fall…
Into
a
Sleep…
Whereupon I can dream
of a likeable,
Solitary,
Comfortable
Me.

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