i see my bed as my totally
not in command centre hey
when i succumb to my weariness
when i succumb to the day
i remove my outer layers
it’s for my mental health
i’m not taken by the pretty lies
told only to myself
i’d like to believe that there’s definitively
a definite something else
i must now slowly make my way
to a refuge from the everyday
the everyday i shake off every night
every single play every momentary plight
a bolt of lightning a shot from the dark
a simple murmur and a single spark
my sheets become my cape of cope clothes
like a familiar flowing armour
i let them shroud me
and i can surrender so much calmer
as i slowly put on hold
my consciousness for this day
it slips slowly softly from my grasp
in a slow meandering way
i wanna dream aloud one night
i wanna walk on moonbeams
i gotta a pillow full of old
a pillow full of old dreams
i had a special blanket made
just to hold the new screams
i got messed up sheets and linen
a jungle of juggled tangled seams
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!
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my sheets become my cape of cope clothes. I loved this line so much! A very relatable poem!
Something about the rhythm and flow just sucked my consciousness into a morass of chaotic images. I thought it would be hard to follow initially.. after 2 or 3 lines…, yet my mind deciphered it to my own satisfaction as I went… Just enough “huh?” to keep me a half second behind on the translation to actual thought picture. Very well written. As Spock says… Fascinating.